Now that the storm has broken now as the winds blow cold
There's nothing here but trouble and fear to make man grow old
Now as our reasons are fading now as the walls tumble down
With nothing to hide but hunger and pride
Won't make a man look round
 [bad word] So I'm leaving, yes I'm leaving
For fortunes sweet pleasures to find
I'm sailing out to Australia, Australia

Now that our dreams are illusions now that our future has gone
We've nothing more to hold or lay o'er to help a man hold on
And now that our hearts lie so heavy now as our heads hang so low
There's nothing here to catch [bad word] clear
To help a man say no [bad word] 
They say there's gold and there's silver they say a man [bad word] clean
Just stake out some land and just reach out his hand and touch that new world dream
They say it's warm and it's pleasing out in the New South Wales sun
So I must go from this cold Highland snow
Now that the hard times [bad word] [bad word]