Tall and freckled and sandy, Face of a country lout;
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When you wear a cloudy collar and a shirt that isn't white,
And you cannot sleep for thinking how you'll reach to-mor
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I’D been right round by overlands to see the world and life,
And on the boat at Plymouth I met Johnson and his wife;
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By hut, homestead and shearing shed,
By railroad, coach and track-
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Where the seasons are divided and the bush begins to change,
and the links are rather broken in the Great Dividing Range;
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"Like clouds o'er the South are the nations who reign
On fair islands that we would command;
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Day of ending for beginnings!
Ocean hath another innings,
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The night came down thro’ Deadman’s Gap,
Where the ghostly saplings bent
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Sons of the South, awake! arise!
Sons of the South, and do.
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Sons of Australia, be loyal and true to her -
Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross!
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No one lives in Golden Gully, for its golden days are o’er,
And its clay shall never sully blucher-boots of diggers more,
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By the bodies and minds and souls that rot in a common stye
In the city’s offal-holes, where the dregs of its horrors lie —
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It's only a sod, but ’twill break me ould heart
Nigh hardened wid toilin’ and carin’,
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To a town in Southern land
Light of purse I come and lone;
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Republicans! the time is coming!
Listen to the distant drumming!
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Our Andy's gone to battle now
'Gainst Drought, the red marauder;
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They lie, the men who tell us in a loud decisive tone
That want is here a stranger, and that misery's unknown;
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Above the ashes straight and tall,
Through ferns with moisture dripping,
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I LISTENED through the music and the sounds of revelry,
And all the hollow noises of that year of Jubilee;
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REGION of damper and junk and tea,
Region of pastures wide!
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With pannikins all rusty,
And billy burnt and black,
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’Tis a wonderful time when these hours begin,
These long ‘small hours’ of night,
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Night-Lights are falling;
Girl of the street,
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We, three men of commerce,
Striving wealth to raise,
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BEATEN back in sad dejection,
After years of weary toil
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The season is over;
The shearing is done;
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Across the stony ridges,
Across the rolling plain,
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Only one old post is standing -
Solid yet, but only one -
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A cloud of dust on the long white road,
And the teams go creeping on
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The night too quickly passes
And we are growing old,
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