Our fathers came to search for gold

The mine has proved a duffer

From bankers, boss and syndicate

We always had to suffer

They fought for freedom for themselve

Themselve and mates to toil

But Austrails's sons are weary

And the billy's on the boil

Chorus

Australia's on the wallaby

Just listen to the coo-ee

For the kangaroo he rolls his swag

And the smu shoulders bluey

The boomerags are whizzing round

The dingo scratches gravel

The possum bear and bandicoot

Are all upon the travel

The cukoo calls the bats and now

The pigeon and the shag

The mallee-hen and platypus

Are rolling up their swaq

For the curlew sings a sad farewell

Beside the long lagoon

And the brolga does his last-way waltz

To the lyrebird'd mocking tune

There's tiger-snakes and damper, boys

And what's that on the coals?

There's droughts and fl;oods and ragged duds

There's dried-up waterholes

There's shadeles trees and sun=scorched plains

All asking us to toil

But Australia's sons are weary

And the billy's on the boil