The old man's gone in search for gold,
The claim has proved a duffer,
They search for gold in the rain and cold,
And they are the ones that suffer,
(They fought for freedom for themselves,
Themselves and mates to toil,
But Australia's sons are weary
And the billy's on the boil).
Australia's on the wallaby
Just listen to the cooey,
The kangaroo he packs his port
And the emu shoulders bluey,
The curlew sings his lonely tune
Besides the long lagoon,
And the brolga does his last-lay dance
To the lyrebirds mocking tune.
The pigeon coos, the bats and now
The pelican and the shags
The Malee-hen and platypus
Are rolling up their swags,
The boomerang is whizzing round,
The dingo scratches gravel,
The possum, bear and bandicoot,
Are always on the travel.
There's tiger-snakes and damper, boys
And what's that on the coals?
There's drought and floods and ragged duds
And dried-up waterholes,
Sun-scorched plains and shadeless trees,
And asking us to toil.
Australia's sons are weary,
And the billy's on the boil.