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THE SPIRITS of our fathers rise not from every wave	A
They left the sea behind them long ago	B
It was many years of slogging where strong men must be brave	A
For the sake of unborn children and maybe a soul to save	A
And the end a tidy homestead and four panels round a grave	A
And the bones of poor old Someone down below	B
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Some left happy homes in old lands when they heard the New Land call	C
Some were gentlemen and some were social wrecks	D
Some left squalor and starvation they were soldiers one and all	C
And their weapons were the cross cut and the wedges and the maul	C
How we used to run as children when we heard the big trees fall	C
While they paused to wipe their faces and their necks	D
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They were buried by our uncles where the ground was hard to dig	E
It was little need for churchmen that they had	F
And they sobbed like grown up children for their hearts were soft and big	E
And the myrtle and the ivy and the vine tree and the fig	E
And the heather and the shamrock where th mother kept the pig	E
Waited vainly for the Grand Australian Dad	F
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The spirits of our fathers have belts and bowyangs on	G
Oh Father do you live again and know	B
Strapped riding pants and leggings parched and perished in the sun	H
And love belts worked by sweethearts ere the digging days were done	H
And the cabbage tree that went out with the muzzle loading gun	H
That was carried round the cattle out beyond the furthest run	H
Where the brave exploring drovers used to go	B
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The spirits of our fathers they rise from every grave	A
Each side the line that Burke and Leichhardt crossed	I
And where still in settled districts ghastly Bush lost madmen rave	A
While the grim search parties haggard struggle hopelessly to save	A
Till the spirit timber beacons and the spirit waters lave	A
And no spirit of a father has been lost	I
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The spirits of our fathers they rise from level sand	J
Like an ocean where an ocean used to be	K
Out where Heaven s grandest lectrics light the Never Never Land	J
With the glorious hope and promise that the Bushmen understand	J
When the rain and grass are coming till the desert plain is grand	J
And the drought divorced Australian meets his soul	L
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Listen There s the word that s spoken when no other soul seems near	M
And the one who hears is sober calm and sane	N
And the name called amongst many when the called alone can hear	O
Words by lone huts and in prison speaking comfort hope and cheer	M
And the Warning not admited to each other calm and clear	M
Then the fathers of a nation speak again	P
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There are spirits of our fathers in the theatres to night	Q
And the places where rich sons of settlers go	B
And a half dressed daughter shivers and a tailored son turns white	Q
For the heritage world squandered and the Land put out of sight	Q
And that awful thirst for Nothing that they bought with their birthright	Q
And a haggard mother s spirit bending low	B
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There are spirits of our fathers by the pleasant South Coast roads	R
Where motor cars of sons of stockmen go	B
In the wealth robbed from Up Country oh the shame of it is black	S
And the laugh and giggle ceases and the car swerves and turns back	S
Tis the old dad smiling grimly with arms folded by the track	S
And the shades of horse and swagmen that they know	B
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There s the flagship of the First Fleet rising grimly on the tide	T
Out by Watson where the motor launches go	B
And the features known to many of our families of pride	T
But the launches veer like seabirds veer and turn and circle wide	T
From the shadow of a free ship where the waiting liners ride	T
And pale faces of brave emigrants look sadly o er the side	T
Boys and girls who were our parents long ago	B
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There the word said in the Senate by the patriot unafraid	U
Senate where the comic fatmen never mind	V
And the tissue starts and wakens summons Haw haws to its aid	U
But the honest men sit upright who were wearied of tirade	U
And a nation s aims are furthered and a nation s law is made	U
For the spirit of a father stands behind	V

Henry Lawson

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