Down in Cape Town

       Where the seagulls cry,

Near the island

       With the mainland

              Lying by,

You whip the snarling water

       And lash the timid land with savage paw,

While all around you fling your fear

       And in the furied foam

            You lay your lore.

And down in Cape Town

       Where the breakers shatter,

And jingle

       With the jangled shingle

            That with the running pebbles clatter,

You raise your rugged mane

       And brush the sleeping sand upon the shore,

And with your mighty voice

       You echo round the bay and bounce

From out the caves your mighty roar!