In A Land Where Sport Is Sacred,

Beer Makes You Feel The Way You Ought To Feel Without Beer.

It Is The Same With Revolution; So Long As The Proper Spirit Is Spreading Amongst Our Young Men, We Are Satisfied That It Spreads Without Bombast Or Parade.

Who Says Australia Offers Not A Home For Every Poor Englishman, Or Any Other Countryman That Finds His Way To Our Shores? And What Sort Of Thanks Do We Get For It?

Oh, My Ways Are Strange Ways And New Ways And Old Ways, And Deep Ways And Steep Ways And High Ways And Low, I'm At Home And At Ease On A Track That I Know Not, And Restless And Lost On A Road That I Know.

On The Same Line Of Reasoning, If Australians Were To Be Australians, Or Rather If Australians Were As Separate From Any Other Nation As Australia From Any Other Land, There Would Be No Jealousy Between Them On England's Account.