Words: Unknown
Tune: John Thompson
Prate not to me of foreign strand
Of beauty o'er the sea
This is my own - my native land
The only land for me
The only land for me
The only land for me
This is my own - my native land
The only land for me
I love to bound like a wild gazelle
O'er my native mountains blue
And wildly, through the woody dell
Chase the bounding kangaroo
The bounding kangaroo
The bounding kangaroo
And wildly, through the woody dell
Chase the bounding kangaroo
I've rode upon the stormy wave
And danced aboon the sea
And where's the pleasure that it gave
Like my native land to me
My native land to me
My native land to me
And where's the pleasure that it gave
Like my native land to me
Children of convicts were known as a "currency lads and lasses". These unattributed words from this site. The only other information I can find on this one is a note on another site that it dates from 1832.
The illustration to this post is a settler's house from around 1880.
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