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They proved we could not think nor see	A
They proved we could not write	B
They proved we drank the day away	C
And raved through half the night	B
They proved our stars were never up	D
They ve proved our stars are set	E
They ve proved we ne er saw sorrow s cup	D
And they re not happy yet	E
They proved that in the Southern Land	F
We all led vicious lives	G
They ve proved we starved our children and	H
They ve proved we beat our wives	I
They ve proved we never worked and we	A
Were never out of debt	E
They ve proved us bad as we can be	A
And they re not happy yet	E
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The Daily Press with paltry power	J
For reasons understood	K
Have aye sought to belittle our	J
Unhappy brotherhood	K
Because we fought in days like these	L
Where rule the upper tens	M
Because we d not write journalese	L
Nor prostitute our pens	M
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They gave our rivals space to sneer	N
Their mediocrities	M
The drunkard s mind is pure and clear	N
Compared with minds like these	M
They sought to damn with pitying praise	M
Or the coward s unsigned sneer	N
For honour in the critics ways	M
Had never virtue here	O
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They ve proved our names shall not be known	P
A few short years ahead	Q
They hied them back through years of moan	P
And damned our happy dead	Q
A newer tribe of scribes we ve got	R
Exclusive and alone	P
To prove our work was childish rot	R
And none of it our own	P
	-
The cultured cads of First Gem cells	M
Of Mansion Lawn and Club	S
Not fit to clean the busted boots	M
Of Poets of the Pub	S
They prove the partners of the part	T
The wholeness of the whole	U
The gizzardness of gizzards and	H
The Soulness of the Soul	U
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They ve proved that all is nought but there	V
Are things they cannot do	W
The summer skies are just as fair	V
And just as brightly blue	W
They ve buried us with muddied shrouds	M
When our strong hearts they ve broke	X
They can t bring down yon fleecy clouds	M
And make them factory smoke	X
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They ve proved the simple bard a fool	Y
But still for all their pains	M
The children prattling home from school	Y
Go tripping down the lanes	M
They ve proved that Love is lust or hate	Z
True marriage is no more	A2
But Jim and Mary at the gate	Z
Are happy as of yore	A2
	-
These insects seeking to unloose	M
The Bards of Sympathy	A
Who strike with the sledge hammer force	M
Of their simplicity	A
They cannot turn the world about	B2
Nor damp the father s joy	C2
When some old doctor bustles out	B2
And nurse says It s a boy	C2
	-
They want no God but many a god	D2
And many gods and none	E2
The preacher by the upturned sod	D2
Shall pray when all is done	E2
Amongst the great twas aye the same	F2
The envious crawler s part	T
The lies that blackened Byron s name	F2
And banished poor Brett Harte	T
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We ve learnt in bitter schools to teach	G2
Man s glory and his shame	F2
Since Gordon walked along the beach	G2
In search of bigger game	F2
Maybe our talents we ve abused	H2
At times and ne er been blind	I2
Since Barcroft Boake went out and used	H2
His stockwhip to be kind	I2
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But laugh my chums in prose and rhyme	J2
And worry not at all	K2
They re insects whom the wheels of time	J2
Shall crush exceeding small	K2
Have faith my friends who stand by me	A
In spite of all the lies	M
I tell you that a man shall die	L2
On the day that Lawson dies	M

Henry Lawson

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