This is to the tune of Down Under, by Men At Work, about living in Ynys Fawr (Tasmania).

Traveling to the town of Stormhold
Where the weather changes, windy/warm/cold
I met a strange lady, all dressed in German,
She sought my homeland to determine
And she said,

“Do you come from a land of devils
Where apples grow on all levels
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the revels?
You visit once, you’ll stay there for ever.

Drinking mead up in River Haven,
Where the daylight’s far too hot for savin’
I said, “Now my drink’s at low tide-a!”
He just smiled and gave me a bloody big cider
And he said,

“Do you come from a land of devils
Where wind blows, and hair dishevels
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the revels?
You visit once, you’ll stay there for ever.

Lyin’ in a tent in Darton
With a whole crowd of lads in tartan
I said to the man, “This is quite familiar
Because it’s wet and the air is chillier
And he said,

“Do you come from a land of devils
Where apples grow on all levels
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the revels?
You visit once, you’ll stay there for ever.

“Living in a land of devils
Where apples grow on all levels
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the revels?
You visit once, you’ll stay there for ever.