GIVE us from dawn to dark 
 Blue of Australian skies, 
Let there be none to mark 
 Whither our pathway lies. 
 
Give us when noontide comes 
 Rest in the woodland free? 
Fragrant breath of the gums, 
 Cold, sweet scent of the sea. 
 
Give us the wattle?s gold 
 And the dew-laden air, 
And the loveliness bold 
 Loneliest landscapes wear. 
 
These are the haunts we love, 
 Glad with enchanted hours, 
Bright as the heavens above, 
 Fresh as the wild bush flowers.