No more bronzed Aussies proud and free 

just dreams of what we used to be. 

Now toadies, peasants with no soul, 

with hidden past, no future goal. 

Knee to masters one and all 

then wonder why our spirits fall. 

Our future now torn from our past 

our doom is set our dye is cast. 

No longer Aussies proud and free 

we’re now where they want us to be. 

We once stood strong, a nation proud 

our numbers low, our voices loud. 

United in our nation’s pride, 

no fear had we to take the ride,

‘Cross the mountains and across the Plain 

But now that strength, at best, we feign.

Defeated now, upon our knees;

Our only wish, masters to please.

Stand up young Aussies, now be heard,

Stand tall and shout your freedom word.

There is no language makes you free;

your language is where you should be.

But stand up now in freedom’s name

lest we should end up ever tame.