Freedom on the Wallaby

Australia's a big countryAn' Freedom's humping bluey,An' Freedom's on the wallabyOh! don't you hear 'er cooey?She's just begun to boomerang,She'll knock the tyrants silly,She's goin' to light another fireAnd boil another billy.

Our fathers toiled for bitter breadWhile loafers thrived beside 'em,But food to eat and clothes to wear,Their native land denied 'em.An' so they left their native landIn spite of their devotion,An' so they came, or if they stole,Were sent across the ocean.

Then Freedom couldn't stand the glareO' Royalty's regalia,She left the loafers where they were,An' came out to Australia.But now across the mighty mainThe chains have come ter bind her –She little thought to see againThe wrongs she left behind her.

Our parents toil'd to make a home –Hard grubbin 'twas an' clearin' –They wasn't crowded much with lordsWhen they was pioneering.But now that we have made the landA garden full of promise,Old Greed must crook 'is dirty handAnd come ter take it from us.

So we must fly a rebel flag,As others did before us,And we must sing a rebel songAnd join in rebel chorus.We'll make the tyrants feel the stingO' those that they would throttle;They needn't say the fault is oursIf blood should stain the wattle!