I'm Going Back
to Yarrawonga

Now Digger was a soldier, and he sailed across the sea
With the first Anzac Brigade,
And Digger was a soldier as brave as one could be,
And a grand old name he's made.
From the landing at Gallipoli till the war clouds left the skies
He wandered round the Continent, a tourist in disguise,
Then after years of battling, when three parts full of lead,
The MO said, "We'll send you home"; 'twas then old Digger said,

"I'm going back again to Yarrawonga,
In Yarrawonga I'll linger longer,
I'm going back again to Yarrawonga,
Where the skies are always blue,
And when I'm back again in Yarrawonga
I'll soon be stronger than old Mahonga.
You can have all your Tennessee and Caroline,
France and Belgium thrown in, take the whole lot for mine.
I'm going back again to Yarrawonga
And the land of the Kangaroo."

Now Digger was a soldier, so he went back home again
In the good ship Majarine,
And Digger was a soldier, he couldn't settle down,
For a dinkum Anzac he's been.
He daily read the papers of doings at the front,
Of all the latest victories and every blooming stunt.
One day he re-enlisted, he did without doubt,
And out in France when peace had come again they heard him shout,

"I'm going back again to Yarrawonga,
In Yarrawonga I'll linger longer,
I'm going back again to Yarrawonga,
Where the skies are always blue,
And when I'm back again in Yarrawonga
I'll soon be stronger than old Mahonga.
You can have all your Tennessee and Caroline,
France and Belgium thrown in, take the whole lot for mine.
I'm going back again to Yarrawonga
And the land of the Kangaroo."