Gordon Bok - Freedom on the wallaby

Aus^Dtrali^Aa's a ^Dbig coun^Atry and ^BmFreedom's humpin' ^Embluey And Freedom's on the wallaby, oh, ^Acan't you ^Emhear her ^Acooey? She's ^Djust be^Agun to ^Dboome^F#7rang, she'll ^Bmknock the ^Dtyrants ^Emsilly She's going to light another ^Afire and boil another ^Dbilly ^A

Our ^Dfathers ^Atoiled for ^Dbitter ^Abread while ^Bmloafers thrived be^Emside 'f#m But food to eat and clothes to wear, their ^Anative ^Emland d^Aenied 'f#m And ^Dso they ^Aleft their ^Dnative ^F#7land, in ^Bmspite of ^Dtheir de^Emvotion And so they came, or if they ^Astole, were sent across the ^Docean ^A

Then ^DFreedom ^Acouldn't ^Dstand the ^Aglare of ^BmRoyalty's re^Emgalia She left the loafers where they were and ^Acame out ^Emto Aus^Atralia But ^Dnow a^Across the ^Dmighty ^F#7Main, the ^Bmchains have ^Dcome to ^Embind her She little thought to see a^Again, the wrongs she left be^Dhind her ^A

Our ^Dfathers ^Agrubbed to ^Dmake a ^Ahome, hard ^Bmgrubbin 'twas and ^Emclearin' They wasn't troubled much with lords when ^Athey was ^Empio^Aneerin' But ^Dnow that ^Awe have ^Dmade this ^F#7land, a ^Bmgarden ^Dfull of ^Empromise Old Greed must crook his dirty ^Ahand and come to take her ^Dfrom us ^A

So ^Dwe must ^Afly a ^Drebel ^Aflag, as ^Bmothers did be^Emfore us And we must sing a rebel song and ^Ajoin in ^Emrebel ^Achorus We'll ^Dmake the ^Atyrants ^Dfeel the ^F#7sting of ^Bmthose that ^Dthey would ^Emthrottle They needn't say the fault is ^Aours if blood should stain the ^Dwattle ^A

Aus^Dtrali^Aa's a ^Dbig coun^Atry and ^BmFreedom's humpin' ^Embluey And Freedom's on the wallaby, oh, ^Acan't you ^Emhear her ^Acooey? She's ^Djust be^Agun to ^Dboome^F#7rang, she'll k^Bmnock the t^Dyrants s^Emilly She's going to light another ^Afire and boil another ^Dbilly