I’m an Australian
Oh I’m proud to be part Scottish with the flag of white ‘n blue,
I named our first son Andrew, even before I knew
The heritage within me, or my husband yes its true!
My friend at school was Scottish and she rolled her r’s with ease
And before I’d finished primary school I could pass as a Glasweege
Now I’ve found that I’ve some English and Irish within me
But Australian is what I am and what I’m proud to be
I am proud that I can live, in the greatest land on earth
Australian is what I am and what I’m proud to be
My forbears came by convict ship as convicts and as crew,
Some even chose to come down here to start their life anew
And on the open land so sparse they settled down to raise
A family large and children came their humble home to bless.
But blessing has so many sides in a land so harsh as ours
As children died and crosses grew like trees upon a plain
Then grandchildren blessed their life! to keep the family name.
The Irish, Scottish, English all blended within me
To make me a true Australian, as Aussie as can be.
Yes I’m proud to be all Aussie and to live in this land, free!
So neighbor, if you don’t like it take my advice and leave.
But if you like our way of life and are happy to fit in
Then become an Aussie just like me, from where ever you have been,
You learn the language English, and you speak it all the time,
If your loyal to neighbor, government, and God it ‘s fine
For you to stay here in this land the best on earth
And you promise to uphold our way of life, and all its worth
To me it is my freedom to say these words to you
Your freedom is to leave this place if you don’t like it , its true,
I never will apologize for my patriotic ways
because I find I’m not alone in these terror days
We don’t want trouble were to laid back! were Australians after all
but if you threaten us well fight back hard as only Aussies can.
The Digger Spirit will come out in every man, woman and child
You will find this Digger spirit , rise, like it did in days of old,
The legend of the Aussie, who just wouldn’t lay down and die,
We came from convict and soldier stock and that gives us a reason why
We can say with pride in this Great Southland it’s the best place on earth to live
You can settle here and my neighbor be if in peace you want to live.
So pledge your love to God, honor the flag , and obey the Government laws
Serve King or Queen or President (what ever be the name)
Then Australia will truly be ours. From what ever land we came
But don’t call me a racist, because I’m proud of who I am
My color doesn’t matter cause to God we’re all the same.
We are “so over the rain” we don’t want any more so please can you stop it from raining?
We have been stuck indoors for many a day and watched the old movies while winging,
‘Singing in the rain’ seemed a good lurk, but the actors they never got wet!
I tried it outside and all that I got was soaked and a cold in my head!
The rivers run high, and they cover the ground of the main street in town,
Now everything’s wet right up to the eaves, and the furniture’s floating around,
There is mud to the ceiling, and snakes in the roof, and a crock it was seen at my door,
The crops have been ruined, the tractor is dead, and farmers are now really poor.
“We are so over the rain” now everything’s gone, under water and silt by the ton!
The river’s still rising, the peak will come soon, we are told ‘twill be here in the morn,
The houses are too wet! We will never go back, and live in the flood line again,
But we will stay in town we will move up the hill, and build a new house, with a lawn!!
On the hill the rain poured, and it thundered and rolled, and flowed down the hill to the road
So my house smells all wet, if the sun doesn’t shine I’ll be searching my house out for mould!
Pack up your umbrella, the big and the small, the one with the handle that flashes!
Have faith the rains over and the flood will subside, “were so over the rain” and galoshes!
The wind echoes through the grasses
and the music it plays on
'tis the music of the people
'tis the music of the land
for the ocean laps unhindered
on the shore at Yarrabah
the water sings a song of history
sadness past for dwellers here
in the water quite resplendent
is a shipwreck as a reef
out of place in setting peaceful
a single bird its wings out stretch
Yarrabah tells of the people
bought away from tribal homes
many went to meet their maker
crosses in the grass alone
rows and rows of wooden crosses
standing in the long green grass
show the sadness of a people
tears of white in green walk past
now the children play contented
underneath the spreading arms
laughter rings among the people
A future then for Yarrabah