Then give me a hut in my own native land,
Or a tent in the bush with the mountains so grand;
With the girl of my heart contented I'll be,
With a dear native girl to share it with me.
CHORUS
Then give me a hut in my own native land,
Or a tent in the bush with the mountains so grand;
With the girl of my heart contented I'll be,
With a dear little native girl to share it with me.
In the gladness of springtime the song-birds give voice,
The trees and the herbage with flowers rejoice,
Kangaroos and emus bound o'er the emerald plain,
And the jackasses' mirth bursts forth again and again.
Chorus: Then give me, etc.
When winter winds whistle and blast the sweet flowers,
How happy and cheerful we'll then pass the hours
With mirth and sweet music, as all will agree,
In happy Australia, the land of the free.
Chorus: Then give me, etc.
