He's a drover drifting over western plains He's a city lad, a clerk down Flinders Lane They're in the trenches at Lone Pine And on the Flanders firing line A wheeling band of ordinary men He's all of them, he's one of us Born beneath the Southern Cross Side by side we say with pride He's all of them, he is one of us He's a pilot on a midnight bombing raid He's a naval seamen on the Armadale She's a nurse in Vietnam They're on patrol in Oriskam Sons and daughters rise into the cause He's all of them, he's one of us Born beneath the Southern Cross Side by side we say with pride She's all of them, she is one of us The spirit of the Anzacs, proud and strong The spirit of the Anzacs will live on and on and on He's all of them, he's one of us Born beneath the Southern Cross Side by side we say with pride He's all of them She's all of them, they are one of us Whoa, whoa, whoa, they are one of us Whoa, whoa, whoa, they are one of us