Australia's a big country, and freedom's humping bluey
And Freedom's on the Wallaby, oh, can't you hear her cooey?
She's just begun to boomerang, she'll knock the tyrant silly
She's going to light another fire and boil another billy

Our fathers toiled for bitter bread while loafers toiled beside them
For food to eat and clothes to wear, their native land denied them
And so they left their native land in spite of their devotion
And so they came, or if they stole, were sent across the ocean

Then freedom couldn't stand the glare of royalty's regalia
She left the loafers where they were and she came out to Australia
But now across the mighty main the chains have come to bind her
She little thought to see again the wrongs she left behind her

Our parents grubbed to make a home; hard grubbing 'twas and clearing
They weren't troubled much by talks when they were pioneering
But now that we have made this land a garden full of promise
Old greed must crook his dirty hand and come and take it from us

So we must fly a rebel flag as others did before us
And we must sing a rebel song and join in the rebel chorus
We'll make the tyrants feel the sting of those that they would throttle
They needn't say the fault is ours if blood should stain the wattle