The land of the bach and the barbie,
the gumboot and number 8 wire,
kangaroo, koala and kiwi -
a country the world would admire.
The realm of the bloke and the sheila,
the home of the pie and the ute,
where no-one's a whinger or piker
'cause everything's bonzer and beaut'.
A nation of cobbers, Down Under,
the home of the pav and the lamington
and courses for thoroughbred horses
like Ellerslie, Randwick and Flemington.
The country where she'll be right mate,
the land of the try and the wicket,
where nobody throws a sickie
except when there's rugby and cricket:
And whether in Dubbo or Palmy,
or Darwin or Otorohanga,
there's always a schooner or stubby
when you're dry as a wry Wollongonger.
But what should we name the great nation
from Gisborne to way beyond Alice?
'The United States of New Zealand'
is suggested, without any malice.