Tune – Men of Harlech
We’re the runners of the Melbourne Howlers,
We go running over mountains
Down through gorges, rain or showers,
On On is the call
Through the forest full of wonder
Through the mud and slush we blunder
Never mind the heat of summer
On On is the call
Though our feet are aching
Though our legs are shaking
Though the Pack spreads wide around
No short cuts we are taking
We’ll get back to beer and barby
Weather cold or weather barmy
Melbourne Howlers ever hardy
The Full Moon conquers all