Australia Militant

Blow soft, ye southern breezes, blow! For see How bright the star which guards our destiny Sheds its soft ray! Sail on, ye warriors, on your northward course, And bear the banner of the Southern Cross Far in the fray Where the old war-worn standard waves, and dare — Beside those glorious folds — to plant it there!

When furious and fast the battle runs, Australia's eyes will watch her soldier sons. When through the haze Of battle clouds the dusky hordes appear, Australia's sons will hold her honour dear. Should glory's rays Shine where the southern banners proudly wave, Then not in vain her chivalry she gave!

When the swift-shooting spear and hissing ball Sing through the thinning ranks, and comrades fall; When like the blast Bursts the wild charge upon the square again — Bursts like a flood the human hurricane; Then stern and fast In the dread broach may Young Australia stand. Firm as the mountains of her native land!