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Jump out of bed for breakfast, the time is 3 am
Knock on Uncles window, have a quick cold feed with him
Gather up the rods and gear, sinkers floats and line
Looking up into the sky, cloudless and looks fine

A day like any other day, a boy goes out to fish
Uncle votes Corangamite, against the young blokes wish
Get there and the South wind blows, the long walk is for nought
Turn around and head back home, there will be no fish caught

Many times it went that way, six miles of soft sand track
If almost there the winds spring up, can only head on back
Can't count the times it happened, we liked to persevere
There is not much that you can do, pack up, get out of there

Then there are those other times, when all is good to go
Long hard walk was worth the while, when just a breath does blow
Stand out on the rocky shelf, the bait cast to the south
Then you must be patient, 'til it's taken in the mouth
Then set the hook and hang on tight, while you play the fish
They all fight in different ways, to keep out of the dish
Snapper are the prize we seek, big bump on the nose
But ocean Bream are valued too, that is the way it goes

The rocky ledge points to the South, big currents come from there
Bring in big fish that don't belong, because they live elsewhere
Even catch a Kingy, when the bait fish come in range
Or using cabbage for a bait, big Drummer for a change

Now I get the map out, check where we used to fish
Think of all the fun we had, and if I could make a wish
I'd take a visit to those younger days, naturally quite sprite
When a highlight of excitement, was to fish Corangamite

Where is this spot of many fish, you have the right to ask
In sight of many beaches, where the families may bask
A place in Southern New South Wales, where even surfers play
It is at St Georges Head, eastern point of old Wreck Bay
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