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Our Own Flag

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

The swagman dropped his swag.

And we hurried us off to the outbound

To fight for the English flag.

The English flag - it is ours in

We stand by it wrong or right.

But deep in our hearts is the honest

We fought for the sake of a fight.

And the English flag may flutter and

Where the World-wide Oceans toss,

But the flag the Australian dies to

Is the flag of the Southern Cross.

If ever they want us to stand the

Of a hard-faught, grim campaign,

We will carry our own flag up to the

When we go to the wars again.

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A B Banjo Paterson

Andrew Barton "Banjo" Paterson, (17 February 1864 – 5 February 1941) was an Australian bush poet, journalist and author. He wrote many ballads a…

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