Sung to the tune of Wild Colonial Boy
(written by one of the stallholders’ mother)
Come to Red Hill once a month
Our market sure is great
The hub of the Peninsula
The best in all the State.
You’ll have to get there early,
It’s hard to park your car.
The Lions Club they pack you in,
The cars from near and far.
The locals all make goods for sale,
They sew and bake and grow.
There is a happy atmosphere,
It all makes quite a show.
There’s wool and toys and sweets and soap,
Baskets, candles and pots.
Flowers, jam and jewellery,
Yes, plants there’s lots and lots.
Cherries, apples, strawberries,
Pumpkins and spuds you’ll see,
Ice cream, toffees, chocolates,
And scones and billy tea.
If you want a taste of honey,
Hamburgers or pancakes,
You’ll find them at the market
Along with lots of cakes.
If you would like a morning’s fun
And like to browse about,
Be entertained by buskers,
I really have to shout.
Come to Red Hill once a month,
Our market sure is great.
The hub of the Peninsula,
The best in all the state.
The song perfectly captures the spirit that is the Red Hill Community Market