Oh, tell me, God of Battles! Oh, say what is to come! The King is in his trenches, the millionaire at home; The Kaiser with his toiling troops, the Czar is at the front....
We wrote and sang of a bush we never Had known in youth in the Western land; Of the dear old homes by the shining river, The deep, clear creeks and the hills so grand....
We wrote and sang of a bush we never Had known in youth in the Western land; Of the dear old homes by the shining river, The deep, clear creeks and the hills so grand....
Do you think, you slaves of a thousand years to poverty, wealth and pride, You can crush the spirit that has been free in a land that's new and wide?...
Sing the strong, proud song of Labour, Toss the ringing music high; Liberty's a nearer neighbour Than she was in days gone by. Workmen's weary wives and daughters Sing the songs of liberty;...
On western plain and eastern hill Where once my fancy ranged, The station hands are riding still And they are little changed. But I have lost in London gloom The glory of the day,...
It is New Year's Day and I rise to state that here on the Sydney side The Bards have commenced to fill out of late and they're showing their binjies with pride...
Bill and Jim are mates no longer, they would scorn the name of mate, Those two bushmen hate each other with a soul-consuming hate; Yet erstwhile they were as brothers should be (tho' they never will):...
'Where are you going with your horse and bike, And the townsfolk still at rest? Where are you going, with your swag and pack, And the night still in the West?...
'Nobody's enemy save his own', (What shall it be in the end?), Still by the nick-name he is known, 'Everyone's Friend.' 'Nobody's Enemy' stands alone While he has money to lend,...
They lie, the men who tell us in a loud decisive tone That want is here a stranger, and that misery's unknown; For where the nearest suburb and the city proper meet...
The short hour's halt is ended, The red gone from the west, The broken wheel is mended, And the dead men laid to rest. Three days have we retreated The brave old Curse-and-Grin,...
Rolling out to fight for England, singing songs across the sea; Rolling North to fight for England, and to fight for you and me. Fighting hard for France and England, where the storms of Death are hurled;...
Sons of Australia, be loyal and true to her, Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross! Sing a loud song to be joyous and new to her, Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross!...
The cross-cut and the crowbar cross, and hang them on the wall, And make a greenhide rack to fit the wedges and the maul, The 'done' long-handled shovel and the thong-bound axe that fell,...
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away like sheep,, They are trav'lers for the most part in a straight 'n' honest path;...
Now, with the wars of the world begun, they'll listen to you and me, Now while the frightened nations run to the arms of democracy, Now, when our blathering fools are scared, and the years have proved us right,...
You may roam the wide seas over, follow, meet, and cross the sun, Sail as far as ships can sail, and travel far as trains can run; You may ride and tramp wherever range or plain or sea expands,...
They cheered him from the wharf, it was a glorious day: His hand went to his scarf, his thoughts were far away. Oh, he was 'Jolly Good', they sang it long and loud,...