We are kicked around from birth till death,
The ruggedness is hard,
With fires floods and droughts about,
Emotionally we cant discard.
They breed them tough around here though,
And I have seen a thing or two,
We stand our ground and grit our teeth,
That's what we Aussies do.
We've stood side by side in muddy trenches,
When one man wanted the world,
With bullets and explosions thick,
We witnessed death unfurled.
Did we run away and hide,
When the going got to tough?
We stared them down deep into their eyes,
And gave it back as rough.
And as far as our inventions are come,
We're really are a nifty lot,
All the icons that are still here today,
Our creative ways won't stop.
We've had our share of heroes too,
On both sides of the law,
Our poets and our painters,
Our pollies I'm not quite sure.
Fair dinkum mate g'day,
God blimey cobber, strewth,
A language we can call our own,
And an exaggerated truth.
When things aren't right and you're about to burst,
When the tears form in your eyes,
Dont forget who you really are,
You're an Aussie and you can rise.