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Served by morning's airy lackeys,
Catered for by flower and tree,
Little despots of the woodland,
Sceptred by a melody!
Catered for by flower and tree,
Little despots of the woodland,
Sceptred by a melody!
My Country.
Sod sown with happy little flower faces,
Singing of shallow creeks in ti-tree shaded places,
Singing of shallow creeks in ti-tree shaded places,
Giant boles of ragged bark in chocolate soils embedded,
Flickering gleams of shine and shade on laughing breezes threaded,
Flickering gleams of shine and shade on laughing breezes threaded,
Golden rain of wattle, fairy globes of perfumed splendour
Waking wordless harmonies, and childish longings tender,
Waking wordless harmonies, and childish longings tender,
This was My Country, cradle, home, Australia, the nearest
To Paradise of all the earth, my country, best and dearest.
To Paradise of all the earth, my country, best and dearest.
