Oh England dear, what seeds have you planted On a far Atlantic and Pacific shore? Our souls in motion on the Indian Ocean Like willow trees we mourn Oh England dear, you grew blue bushes With scented rushes, gum, and spin effects And you sent poor martyrs down to Port Arthur With chains around our necks So England dear, what seeds have you planted On a far Atlantic and Pacific shore? Our souls in motion on the Indian Ocean Like willow trees we mourn Oh England dear, for your ricks and your harvest We bore the gravest scars upon our hands We swore from grievance freedom's allegiance And saw Van Diemen's Land. Oh England dear, what seeds have you planted On a far Atlantic and Pacific shore? Our souls in motion on the Indian Ocean Like willow trees we mourn Oh England dear, guard well your idols Your tithe and titles, the gold about your necks For breezes blowing bring blazes glowing Bright gum and spin effects Oh England dear, what seeds have you planted On a far Atlantic and Pacific shore? Our souls in motion on the Indian Ocean Like bitter winds we roar