Do you think, you slaves of a thousand years to poverty, wealth and pride,
You can crush the spirit that has been free in a land that's new and wide?
When you've scattered the last of the farmer bands, and the war for a while is over,
You will hold the land - ay, you'll hold the land - the land that your rifles cover.
Till your gold has levelled each mountain range where a wounded man can hide,
Till your gold has lighted the moonless night on the plains where the rebels ride;
Till the future is proved, and the past is bribed from the son of the land's dead lover -
You may hold the land - you may hold the land just as far as your rifles cover.
As Far As Your Rifles Cover
Henry Lawson
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Poem topics: future, night, poverty, pride, son, war, wealth, wide, spirit, hide, mountain, cover, gold, hold, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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