On the battlefields across the sea One wet and dismal morn A heritage was carved in blood And the fighting man was born On the rugged slopes of Gallipoli Where the digger earned his name And the admiration of the Turk: Australia is his name. With a careless grin across his lips, And a rifle in his hand, He's fought his way throughout the years In jungle or in sand; And proudly wearing on his head The hat, the award of fame In the blooded test of courage raw: Australia is his name. He's a fighting man of world renown And a cobber of the best Just like his Dad did once before He's passed in every test. Now once again the drums of war Have found him just the same With the side turned up on his old hat: Australia is his name. There's a mother who sits at home and waits In a thousand different towns But down inside she's full of pride: Her boy won't let her down. For he was born a digger breed And he'll carry on the name In the blooded test of carry-draw: Australia is his name. On the battlefields across the sea One wet and dismal morn A heritage was carved in blood And the fighting man was born On the rugged slopes of Gallipoli Where the digger earned his name And the admiration of the Turk: Australia is his name. And the admiration of the Turk; Australia is his name.