With our boundaries swung to the circling seas and a nation named to the world!
And the six-starred flag of our destinies on every port unfurled!
God grant from Greed or the dust of sleep - or the right by a lie maintained -
From all save our blood, if we must, we-ll keep the silver and blue unstained!

We yield no praise and we speak no blame, for our history -s weeds and flowers -
But the work of a hundred years we claim as our father-s work and ours!
Through peace to prosper or war to save - wherever the future runs -
May God make noble and strong and brave the hearts of our father-s sons.