[By S. T.]
Shake your golden bells, O wattle !
Shake your golden bells!
’Tis a merry tale of springtime
That their music tells.
Set your fairy chimes a-ringing,
Scatter scent and song;
Spring is coming, tho’ the dreary
Winter days were long.
We will warm our chilly fingers
In your golden glow —
Harbinger of summer sunshine,
Sweetest flower we know.
The Register (Adelaide, SA), Thursday 1 September 1910, page 5