We've heard about your trouble, Tom
In rousting out the Boer;
You shall not fight out there alone
Amid the cannon's roar
The blood that stirred our noble sires
To build up England's Fame
Re-kindles in Colonial sons
Their prestige to maintain. For-

We are the lads of the Southern Cross
Our stars shine on our flags-
Emblazoned with the Union Jack
To show we're Empire lads

From storm-torn hills where tussocks wave
And dells where tree-ferns grow;
From snow-capp'd peaks, and rock-bound coast
We come,-to strike the blow
Rest, British sons, till South-cross lads
Canadian brothers meet-
Then on we'll press, an Empire's strength
And make the foe retreat. For-

We are the lads of the Southern Cross
Our stars shine on our flags-
Emblazoned with the Union Jack
To show we're Empire lads

If seditious traitors cross our path
And parley for the Vaal
We'll hang them up at Kruger's-dorp-
Thus settle matters well
We'll gather now the camp fire round
And make the billy sing;
Be ready, lads, at bugle's call
To fight for stars and Queen. For-

We are the lads of the Southern Cross
Our stars shine on our flags-
Emblazoned with the Union Jack
To show we're Empire lads
With three cheers for the Empire loud;
And for the Queen,-Hurray!
We'll stick tight in our saddles, lads
To drive the foe away;
When once again our land shall loom
And Kruger is no more
Welcome we our native home-
And fair New Zealand's shore. For-

We are the lads of the Southern Cross
Our stars shine on our flags-
Emblazoned with the Union Jack
To show we're Empire lads