Oh, this is a song of the old lights,
that came to my heart like a hymn;
And this is a song for the old lights,
the lights that we thought grew dim,
That came to my heart to comfort me,
and I pass it along to you;
And here is a hand to the dear old friend
who turns up as good as new.

And this is a song for the campfire,
out west where the stars shine bright,
Oh, this is a song for the campfire,
where the old mates yarn to-night;
Where the old mates yarn of the old days,
and their numbers are all too few,
And this is a song for the great old times
that will turn up as good as new.

Oh, this is a song for the black sheep,
for the black sheep that fled from town,
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/hJdvAnd this is a song for the brave heart,
for the brave heart that lived it down;
And this is a song for the battler,
for the battler who sees it through,
And this is a song for the broken heart
that turns up as good as new.

Ah, this is a song for the brave mate,
be he Bushman, Scot, or Russ,
A song for the mates we will stick to,
for the mates who have stuck to us;
And this is a song for the old creed,
to do as a man should do,
Till the Lord takes us all to a wider world,
where we’ll turn up as good as new.

From his album: "Essentially Australian"
Songwriters/Composers: Henry Lawson;
Transcribed: Marten Busstra 2009