Australian War Song

Men have said that ye were sleeping     Hurl, Australians, back the lie;     Whet the swords you have in keeping,     Forward stand to do or die!     Hear ye not, across the ocean,     Echoes of the distant fray,     Sounds of loud and fierce commotion,     Swiftly sweeping on the way?     Hearts have woke from sluggish trances,     Woke to know their native worth;     Freedom with her train advances     Freedom newly sprung to birth.     Despots start from thrones affrighted     Tyrants hear the angry tread;     Where the slaves, whose prayers were slighted,     Marching draw the sword instead.     If the men of other nations     Dash their fetters to the ground;     When the foeman seeks your stations,     Will you willing slaves be found?     You the sons of hero fathers     Sires that bled at Waterloo!     No! Your indignation gathers     To your old traditions true;     Should the cannons iron rattle     Sound between your harbour doors,     You will rise to wage the battle     In a just and righteous cause.     Patriot fires will scorch Oppression     Should it dare to draw too near;     And the tide of bold Aggression     Must be stayed from coming here.     Look upon familiar places,     Mountain, river, hill and glade;     Look upon those beauteous faces,     Turning up to you for aid.     Think ye, in the time of danger,     When that threatening moment comes     Will ye let the heartless stranger     Drive your kindred from their homes?     By the prayers which rise above you,     When you face him on the shore,     By the forms of those that love you     Greet him with the rifles roar!     While an arm can wield a sabre,     While you yet can lift a hand,     Strike and teach your hostile neighbour,     This is Freedoms chosen land.