The Poetry Corner

Our Own Flag

By Banjo Paterson (Andrew Barton)

They mustered us up with a royal din, In wearisome weeks of drought. Ere ever half of the crops were in, Or the half of the sheds cut out. 'Twas down with the saddle and spurs and whip The swagman dropped his swag. And we hurried us off to the outbound ship To fight for the English flag. The English flag, it is ours in sooth We stand by it wrong or right. But deep in our hearts is the honest truth We fought for the sake of a fight. And the English flag may flutter and wave Where the World-wide Oceans toss, But the flag the Australian dies to save Is the flag of the Southern Cross. If ever they want us to stand the brunt Of a hard-faught, grim campaign, We will carry our own flag up to the front When we go to the wars again.