Oh Captain Cook he was a sailor
Sail, oh , sail away,
He sailed until he found Australia
Sail to Sydney Bay,
For the wind blows fair, and the wind blows free
And Sydney town’s the town for me
The brave old town by the Southern Sea
Sail, oh sail away.

Oh Kingsford Smith, the aviator
Fly, oh, fly away
He was the air’s great navigator
Fly to Sydney Bay,
And he steered his course by the stars and skies
And no man knows where now he lies
Till trumpets sound and the dead arise
Fly, oh, fly away.

Sir John Monash, he fought in Flanders
Fight to keep us free
The wisest man of our commanders
Fight by land and sea
And we’d scorn to flinch from a foe’s attack
Had we the soul of Monash back
To fly his flag on the well-worn track
Fight for victory.

More Banjo Paterson poems recorded by Wallis and Matilda