Hail to thee O Redcliffe,
Fair city by the sea.
The bridge used to have a toll -
but now you can leave for free.
Its RSL is busy,
Its shopping centres thrive,
Its football team won the premiership,
In 1965.
We've cleaned up all the mangroves,
Our sand is fair and white,
And the Moreton Bay has a cabaret,
Every Friday night.
The ladies sell their handcrafts,
Each week on Redcliffe Mall,
And each hotel warns its clientele,
"Shirts must be worn by all".
We've got pokies at the leagues club,
and every kind of store,
loads of beaches and other features,
and garage sales galore.
From the muddy shores of Clontarf,
To the shops at Kippa Ring,
Hail to thee O Redcliffe,
Tis of thee I sing.