Go back to where you came from

Go back to where you came from
And stay where you were put
We don’t want your sort here
Our gates are firmly shut

Above the high tide mark
We’ve hung a rigid sign
‘Keep out.  Hands off
All this land is mine’

Don’t board your leaky boats
blind eyes don’t count the cost
your sacrifice is worthless
Pollies think of votes they’ve lost

Go back to where you came from
And stay where you were put
We don’t want your sort here
Our gates are firmly shut

We turn off teles showing
Your bodies in our sea
We ask why did you come?
Stay in your own country

Save your money mate
No way you’re welcome here
We’ll stay the way we are
My oath—no bloody fear

We love our Aussie way of life
This is how we’ll always be
‘Stralia—wide brown land
She’ll do alright for me

Go back to where you came from
And stay where you were put
We don’t want your sort here
Our gates are firmly shut

moya pacey

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