Sons of the south awake arise  
Sons of the south and do 
Banish from under your bonny skies 
Those old world errors and wrong and lies 
Making a hell in paradise 
	C		D         
That belongs to your sons and you 
Sons of the south make a choice between 
Sons of the south choose true 
The land of morn' and the land of e'en 
The old dead tree and the young true green 
The land that belongs to the lord and queen 
The land that belongs to you 
Sons of the south, your time will come 
Sons of the south, your time is near 
Like the sullen sounds of a distant drum 
In the ominous atmosphere 
Instrumental then repeat above 4 lines 
Sons of the south aroused at last 
Sons of the south are few 
But your ranks grow longer and deeper fast 
And ye shall swell to an army vast 
Free from the wrongs of the north and past 
The land that belongs to you 
Sons of the south awake arise  
Sons of the south and do 
Free from the wrongs of the north and past 
The land that belongs to you 
Repeat first verse 
Submitted by Ric Raftis 
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