The true Australian
God gave him the sunshine for his smile
To light within,his steady honest eyes,
That,should he chance to stray, he might look up and see
The "Cross of Stars", to guide him in the skies.
The Gum-tree's rugged majesty empow'red his will,
That he on life might never lose his hold;
And from the wattle's glory in the sun-drenched woods,
God mould him his loyal heart of gold.
Keen battle with the ragging bush-fires, floods and droughts
Gave him that doggedness to persevere,
The spirit of endurance,and the grit to face
The Unknown round the Corner without fear.
The mystic Voices of the mighty bush-the peace,-
Spoke to his very soul, and planted there
Such love of freedom, deep and wide, that it became
The birthright of a Godly nation fair.
But in his loyal heart of gold, his mind ,his soul,-
Bequeathed to him by bloodshed,sweat,and tears,
There lives that which can never die,or fettered be-,
The "Bull-dog" spirit of the pionners.