My native land, nor wind nor sea
Shall tempt me while I live from thee,
And when I take my last, long rest,
May it be on thy broad, warm breast,
The dearest spot on earth to me,
Sweet Australie, sweet Australie.

If at the shining gate of Heaven
I were to stand with sins forgiven,
I'd turn me even from the door
To breathe a sigh for thee once more,
Bright Beulah land, so fair and free,
My native home, sweet Australie.

Sweet Australie, sweet Australie,
Fair land of tranquil liberty,
No crimson war-marks cling to thee,
Nor dues of dear-bought victory,
Peerless, without an enemy,
Beloved of all, blest Australie.