Our Own Flag.
They mustered us with a royal din,
In wearisome weeks of drought,
Ere ever the half of the crops were in,
Or the half of the sheds cut out
‘Twas down with saddle and spurs and whip,
The swagman dropped his swag,
And we hurried us off to an outbound ship,
To fight for the English flag
The English flag… it is ours in sooth,
We stand by it wrong or right,
But deep in our hearts is the honest truth,
We fought for the sake of a fight
And the English flag may flutter and wave,
Where the World-wide Oceans toss,
But the flag the Australian dies to save,
Is the flag of the Southern Cross.
A. B. (Banjo) Patterson..