Chorus

First isle of the sea—brightest gem of the earth

In thee every virtue and joy shall have birth.

A land of the just, the brave, and the free,

Australia the happy, thou ever shalt be.

So earth in the flood no place for rest gave,

At length a green isle arose from the wave;

The dove o’er the waters the olive branch bore,

To show that one spot was cover’d no more;

Australia thus shall be sounded by fame,

And Europe shall echo the glorious name;

The brave, wise, and good, wherever oppress’d,

Shall fly to thy shores as a haven of rest.

Chorus: First isle of the sea, &c.

Land of the orange, fig, olive, and vine;

’Midst earth’s fairest daughters the chaplet is thine;

No sick’ning vapours are borne on thy air,

But fragrance and melody twine sweetly there;

Thy ever-green fields proclaim plenty and peace,

If man doth his part, heaven sends the increase;

No customs to fetter, no enemy near,

Independence thy sons for ever must cheer.

Chorus: First isle of the sea, &c.