A Flag Of Our Own - John Williamson

Ned Kelly came round to see me today

I guess I was dreaming, oh

Dumbfounded I couldn’t think what to say

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I beckoned him in

But he shook his head

He said I’m a bit grubby and a bit poorly bred

I’d rather we yarned out the back in the shed

I can leave my boots on that way

Well he took a stiff whiskey and laid down his gun

He said I won’t keep you long, 'cause I gotta run

Gotta ride to the mountains before night is done

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

He said words got around 'bout the music you play

You truly believe in the fair dinkum way

That the bush must remain for our spirit to stay

And we must have a flag of our own

He said I learned long ago, when I was still young

Like a lizard that spits and sticks out his tongue

Oh, the way to get shot is to carry a gun

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

There’s a new world order, the leaders all shout

And everyone’s frantic, they’re gonna miss out

And the red white and blue’s are still marching about

Oh, we must have a flag of our own

'Cause this is Australia and that’s where we’re from

We’re not Yankee side-kicks or second class Poms

And tell the Frogs what they can do with their bomb

And we must have a flag of our own

Yeah, this is Australia and that’s where we’re from

We’re not Yankee side-kicks or second class Poms

And tell the Frogs what they can do with their bomb

And we must have a flag of our own