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There'll be royal times in Sydney for the Cuff and Collar Push	A
There ll be lots of dreary drivel and clap trap	B
From the men who own Australia but who never knew the Bush	A
And who could not point their runs out on the map	B
Oh the daily Press will grovel as it never did before	C
There ll be many flags of welcome in the air	D
And the Civil Service poet he shall write odes by the score	C
But the men who made the land will not be there	D
You shall meet the awful Lady of the latest Birthday Knight	E
She is trying to be English don t cher know	F
You shall hear the empty mouthing of the champion blatherskite	E
You shall hear the boss of local drapers blow	F
There ll be majahs from the counter tailors dummies from the fleet	E
And to represent Australia here to day	E
There s the today with his card case and his cab in Downing street	E
But the men who made Australia where are they	E
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Call across the blazing sand wastes of the Never Never Land	E
There are some who will not answer yet awhile	G
Some whose bones rot in the mulga or lie bleaching on the sand	E
Died of thirst to win the land another mile	G
Thrown from horses ripped by cattle lost on deserts and the weak	H
Mad through loneliness or drink no matter which	I
Drowned in floods or dead of fever by the sluggish slimy creek	H
These are men who died to make the Wool Kings rich	I
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Call across the scrubby ridges where they clear the barren soil	J
And the gaunt Bush women share the work of men	K
Toil and loneliness for ever hardship loneliness and toil	J
Where the brave drought ruined farmer starts again	K
Call across the boundless sheep runs of a country cursed for sheep	L
Call across the awful scrublands west of Bourke	M
But they have no time to listen they have scarcely time to sleep	L
For the men who conquer deserts have to work	M
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Dragged behind the crawling sheep flock on the hot and dusty plain	N
They must make a cheque to feed the wife and kids	O
Riding night watch round the cattle in the pelting freezing rain	N
While world weariness is pressing down the lids	O
And away on far out stations seldom touched by Heaven s breath	P
In a loneliness that smothers love and hate	E
Where they never take white women there they live the living death	P
With a half caste or a black gin for a mate	E
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They must toil to save the gaunt stock in the blazing months of drought	E
When the stinging blinding blight is in men s eyes	Q
On the wretched burnt selections on the big runs further out	E
Where the sand storm rises lurid to the skies	Q
Not to profit when the grass is waving waist high after rain	N
And the mighty clip of wool comes rolling in	R
For the Wool King goes to Paris with his family again	K
And the gold that souls are sacrificed to win	R
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There are carriages in waiting for the swells from over sea	S
There are banquets in the latest London style	G
While the men who made Australia live on damper junk and tea	S
But the quiet voices whisper Wait a while	G
For the sons of all Australia they were born to conquer fate	E
And where charity and friendship are sincere	T
Where a sinner is a brother and a stranger is a mate	E
There the future of a nation s written clear	T
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Aye the cities claim the triumphs of a land they do not know	F
But all empty is the day they celebrate	E
For the men who made Australia federated long ago	F
And the men to rule Australia they can wait	E
Though the bed may be the rough bunk or the gum leaves or the sand	E
And the roof for half the year may be the sky	U
There are men amongst the Bushmen who were born to save the land	E
And they ll take their places sternly by and by	U
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There s a whisper on the desert though the sunset breeze hath died	E
In the scrubs though not a breath to stir a bough	V
There s a murmur not of waters down the Lachlan River side	E
Tis the spirit of Australia waking now	V
There s the weird hymn of the drought night on the western water shed	E
Where the beds of unlocked rivers crack and parch	W
Tis the dead that we have buried and our great unburied dead	E
Who are calling now on living men to march	W
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Round the camp fire of the fencers by the furthest panel west	E
In the men s hut by the muddy billabong	U
On the Great North Western Stock routes where the drovers never rest	E
They are sorting out the right things from the wrong	U
In the shearers hut the slush lamp shows a haggard stern faced man	X
Preaching war against the Wool King to his mates	Y
And wherever go the billy water bag and frying pan	X
They are drafting future histories of states	Y

Henry Lawson

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