Where ever you go in our big brown land, that spirit is the same
Always smouldering and now and then bursting into flame
Be it in the big smoke among blinking coloured neon lights
Or around a campfire beneath brilliant stars so bright
It comes alive as surging floods and constant teeming rain
Take all before them and cause heart wrenching pain
Or in the wake of a cruel cyclone that whacked a domain
The victims and neighbours unite to rebuild once again
It’s there in blistering smothering heat of never ending drought
Dry creek beds and empty dams with dying cattle all about
When howling winds of raging fire threaten life and homes
No matter what, it helps us bond together; no one is alone
Let’s not forget its powerful presence in wars from the past
The sacrifices, misery and grief until victory and peace at last
Or hard times of hunger, hand me down clothes and no jobs to get
Our proud history is rich with such challenges we have always met
Yet in all of our trials there is always hope to be
“She’ll be right mate”; “It could be worse “and “Have a cuppa tea”
The grins, wry humour and mateship slowly replace tears and sorrow
Aussies reaching out, all together to seek that bright tomorrow
It’s a spirit that when challenged becomes a fiery flame
With cries of humour and defiance to meet adversity again and again
“Up there Cazaly”; “Aussie, Aussie”; or “Bugger you, I’m not done”
A confident smile as sleeves are rolled up and “We can do it, son”
Religious Fanatics have no chance to convert us at all
Many of us have a religion where “come in spinner” is the call
Our sacred rituals include BBQs and the weekend footy match
In thongs we worship backyard cricket and cheer for every catch
Provided you stay within the rules, no one worries what you do
We have no compulsory God, so worship whoever you want to
Religion’s a personal thing and is one of our precious ways of life
Remember, OZ fought to protect such values in past bloody strife
So Mr Terrorist, stop dreaming that you will win
We have a powerful national spirit that’s secure and deep within
So bugger off back to where you came from, mate
And on your way out, don’t forget to shut the bloody gate
George Mansford © December 2014
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