Proud is a word that is so often used
And proud is a word that's too often abused
Proud of our Nation's war victories and proud of our Nation's flag
Pride as well as coming before a fall gives us the right to brag
When we sing of the brave soldiers who for our flag died
Their ultimate sacrifice is our Nation's pride
And our pride in a National sporting win in a huge parade
In our patriotism and nationalism our sort of pride made.
Of our pride in our difference from others we feel proud to name
For tis our pride in our difference that keep us as the same
Sort of people as our ancestors were and with pride we recall
That their idea of a fair go for some was not a fair go for all.
Proud to wave the National flag amongst the nationalistic crowd
And of our ties to our culture of which we feel proud
And yet by ignoring the plight of the homeless and those in poverty
We don't see everyone as equal that's how it does seem to me.
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