Never human eye has seen
And lived to tell the tale
Of the Gobbledoth that roams along
The Murray River trail

Many tales from years gone past
Round campfires still told
Of horrid sounds in the night
And claw prints that were found

Old Cedric from The Bridge one night
His car had broken down
In the scrub he did encamp
His hair turned white with fright

Screams in the dead of night
And claw marks on the roof
Car almost overturned
And tyres ripped to shreds

To this day old Cedric will say
That nothing does compare
To the horror that he felt that night
As on the floor of the car he lay

Mike and Joe were mustering
When night time did befall
Weirdest noises and claws on rock
Sent them packing homeward

The Bucheners one night did go
To camp along the river
Him they found stark raving mad
Her body was never recovered

Their tent was ripped in tattered shreds
The ground around all dug up
Blood had soaked the sleeping bag
A sight so terribly gruesome

Farmers round will tell you yarns
Of sheep and cattle losses
Dogs that wander into the night
To disappear forever

These tales I tell as told to me
This creature fierce and gruesome
Sharp of claw and piercing teeth
A killer by natural instinct

So be warned and be aware
Of the Gobbledoth that roams along
The Murray River trail