Australians all let us rejoice
For we are young and free
With iron soil worth more than oil
Best mates with the Chinese
Our land abounds in discount gifts
Of beauty rich and rare
Let every mate sing with his mate
Advance Austraya fair!

The second verse we all forget
It might be girt by sea
Or something about the Southern Cross
Some stars you cannot see
It's tattooed on my arm of course
And when I raise my glass
It's like a small salute of sorts
Better there than on my arse

As awesome Strayans let us sing
Advance Austraya fair