Jesus calls us; o'er the tumult
of our life's wild, restless sea,
It's ah ! for my grog, my jolly, jolly grog,
It's ah ! for my beer and tobacco;
Come now, ye sighing washers all,
Join in my doleful lay,
The boss last night in the hut did say --
"We start to muster at break of day;
Lord of our life, God Whom we fear,
Unknown, yet known; unseen, yet near;
Jerusalem on high
my song and city is,
Pendant qu' t' étais ŕ la campagne
En train d' te faire cautériser,
I pity the slave mother, careworn and weary,
Who sighs as she presses her babe to her breast;
The high stars grow paler — Day comes to the sea;
From the Word of God light is shining brightly out
O’er life’s ocean, tempest driv’n,
Before a clock was in the tower,
Or e'er a watch was worn,
O weel's me on my ain man!
My ain man, my ain man;
Thoughts of the sunlight fainter and dimmer,
A note so near the dawn
Too timid was to stay
And what though winter will pinch severe
Through locks of grey and a cloak that's old?
Throughout Australian History no tongue or pen can tell
Of such preconcerted treachery -- there is no parallel --
My country, ’tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
HE that in venturous barks hath been
A wanderer on the deep,
To The Freed Colored People:
WHEN the vine again is blowing,
Then the wine moves in the cask;
When Israel, of the Lord beloved,
Out from the land of bondage came,
What's this vain world to me?--
Rest is not here;
Darkness descends
on Alpujara's golden land.
The cock is crowing,
The cows are lowing,
Oh! long enough my life has been,
Since I thy love have known;
Odi quelrusignolo
Che va di ramo in ramo
(Old Style.)
Methought the stars were blinking bright,
Over the mountain, and over the moor,
Hungry and weary I wander forlorn
Over the fields and the waters there suddenly swept in mid-April
Something that seemed like a breath that was blown from far coasts of the sunlands.
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