I Am Australian

I came upon a prison ship
Bound down by iron chains
Cleared the land, endured the lash
And waited for the rains
I’m a settler, I’m a farmer’s wife
On a dry and barren run
A convict, then a free man
I became Australian
I’m the daughter of a digger
Who sought the mother lode
The girl became a woman
On the long and dusty road
I’m a child of the depression
And I saw the good times come
I’m a bushie, I’m a battler
I am Australian
I’m a teller of stories
I’m a singer of songs
I’m Albert Namatjira
And I paint the ghostly gums
I’m Clancy on his horse
I’m Nd Kelly on the run
I’m the on who waltzed Matilda
Yes, I am Australian