With our boundaries swung to the circling seas and a nation named to the world!
And the six-starred flag of our destinies on every port unfurled!
God grant from Greed or the dust of sleep or the right by a lie maintained
From all save our blood, if we must, well keep the silver and blue unstained!
We yield no praise and we speak no blame, for our history s weeds and flowers
But the work of a hundred years we claim as our fathers work and ours!
Through peace to prosper or war to save wherever the future runs
May God make noble and strong and brave the hearts of our fathers sons.
