Song of Australia

There is a land where summer skies
Are gleaming with a thousand dyes,
Blending in witching harmonies, in harmonies;
And grassy knoll, and forest height,
Are flushing in the rosy light,
And all above is azure bright—
Australia! Australia! Australia!

There is a land where, floating free,
From mountain top to girdling sea,
A proud flag waves exultingly, exultingly;
And Freedom's sons the banners bear,
No shackled slave can breathe the air,
Fairest of Britain's daughters fair—
Australia!

There is a land where honey flows,
Where laughing corn luxuriant grows,
Land of the myrtle and the rose, land of the rose;
On hill and plain the clust'ring vine
Is gushing out with purple wine,
And cups are quaffed to thee and thine—
Australia!