Freedom On The Wallaby Chords & Lyrics - Gordon Bok
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[INTRO]
[D] [A]
[VERSE]
Aus[D]trali[A]a's a [D]big coun[A]try and [Bm]Freedom's humpin' [Em]bluey
And Freedom's on the wallaby, oh, [A]can't you [Em]hear her [A]cooey?
She's [D]just be[A]gun to [D]boome[F#7]rang, she'll [Bm]knock the [D]tyrants [Em]silly
She's going to light another [A]fire and boil another [D]billy [A]
[VERSE]
Our [D]fathers [A]toiled for [D]bitter [A]bread while [Bm]loafers thrived be[Em]side 'f#m
But food to eat and clothes to wear, their [A]native [Em]land d[A]enied 'f#m
And [D]so they [A]left their [D]native [F#7]land, in [Bm]spite of [D]their de[Em]votion
And so they came, or if they [A]stole, were sent across the [D]ocean [A]
[VERSE]
Then [D]Freedom [A]couldn't [D]stand the [A]glare of [Bm]Royalty's re[Em]galia
She left the loafers where they were and [A]came out [Em]to Aus[A]tralia
But [D]now a[A]cross the [D]mighty [F#7]Main, the [Bm]chains have [D]come to [Em]bind her
She little thought to see a[A]gain, the wrongs she left be[D]hind her [A]
[VERSE]
Our [D]fathers [A]grubbed to [D]make a [A]home, hard [Bm]grubbin 'twas and [Em]clearin'
They wasn't troubled much with lords when [A]they was [Em]pio[A]neerin'
But [D]now that [A]we have [D]made this [F#7]land, a [Bm]garden [D]full of [Em]promise
Old Greed must crook his dirty [A]hand and come to take her [D]from us [A]
[VERSE]
So [D]we must [A]fly a [D]rebel [A]flag, as [Bm]others did be[Em]fore us
And we must sing a rebel song and [A]join in [Em]rebel [A]chorus
We'll [D]make the [A]tyrants [D]feel the [F#7]sting of [Bm]those that [D]they would [Em]throttle
They needn't say the fault is [A]ours if blood should stain the [D]wattle [A]
[VERSE]
Aus[D]trali[A]a's a [D]big coun[A]try and [Bm]Freedom's humpin' [Em]bluey
And Freedom's on the wallaby, oh, [A]can't you [Em]hear her [A]cooey?
She's [D]just be[A]gun to [D]boome[F#7]rang, she'll k[Bm]nock the t[D]yrants s[Em]illy
She's going to light another [A]fire and boil another [D]billy
[D] [A]
[VERSE]
Aus[D]trali[A]a's a [D]big coun[A]try and [Bm]Freedom's humpin' [Em]bluey
And Freedom's on the wallaby, oh, [A]can't you [Em]hear her [A]cooey?
She's [D]just be[A]gun to [D]boome[F#7]rang, she'll [Bm]knock the [D]tyrants [Em]silly
She's going to light another [A]fire and boil another [D]billy [A]
[VERSE]
Our [D]fathers [A]toiled for [D]bitter [A]bread while [Bm]loafers thrived be[Em]side 'f#m
But food to eat and clothes to wear, their [A]native [Em]land d[A]enied 'f#m
And [D]so they [A]left their [D]native [F#7]land, in [Bm]spite of [D]their de[Em]votion
And so they came, or if they [A]stole, were sent across the [D]ocean [A]
[VERSE]
Then [D]Freedom [A]couldn't [D]stand the [A]glare of [Bm]Royalty's re[Em]galia
She left the loafers where they were and [A]came out [Em]to Aus[A]tralia
But [D]now a[A]cross the [D]mighty [F#7]Main, the [Bm]chains have [D]come to [Em]bind her
She little thought to see a[A]gain, the wrongs she left be[D]hind her [A]
[VERSE]
Our [D]fathers [A]grubbed to [D]make a [A]home, hard [Bm]grubbin 'twas and [Em]clearin'
They wasn't troubled much with lords when [A]they was [Em]pio[A]neerin'
But [D]now that [A]we have [D]made this [F#7]land, a [Bm]garden [D]full of [Em]promise
Old Greed must crook his dirty [A]hand and come to take her [D]from us [A]
[VERSE]
So [D]we must [A]fly a [D]rebel [A]flag, as [Bm]others did be[Em]fore us
And we must sing a rebel song and [A]join in [Em]rebel [A]chorus
We'll [D]make the [A]tyrants [D]feel the [F#7]sting of [Bm]those that [D]they would [Em]throttle
They needn't say the fault is [A]ours if blood should stain the [D]wattle [A]
[VERSE]
Aus[D]trali[A]a's a [D]big coun[A]try and [Bm]Freedom's humpin' [Em]bluey
And Freedom's on the wallaby, oh, [A]can't you [Em]hear her [A]cooey?
She's [D]just be[A]gun to [D]boome[F#7]rang, she'll k[Bm]nock the t[D]yrants s[Em]illy
She's going to light another [A]fire and boil another [D]billy
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