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We boast no more of our bloodless flag that rose from a nation's slime	A
Better a shred of a deep dyed rag from the storms of the olden time	A
From grander clouds in our peaceful skies' than ever were there before	B
I tell you the Star of the South shall rise in the lurid clouds of war	B
It ever must be while blood is warm and the sons of men increase	C
For ever the nations rose in storm to rot in a deadly peace	C
There comes a point that we will not yield no matter if right or wrong	D
And man will fight on the battle field	E
while passion and pride are strong	D
So long as he will not kiss the rod and his stubborn spirit sours	F
And the scorn of Nature and curse of God are heavy on peace like ours	F
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There are boys out there by the western creeks who hurry away from school	G
To climb the sides of the breezy peaks or dive in the shaded pool	G
Who'll stick to their guns when the mountains quake	H
to the tread of a mighty war	B
And fight for Right or a Grand Mistake as men never fought before	B
When the peaks are scarred and the sea walls crack	I
till the furthest hills vibrate	J
And the world for a while goes rolling back in a storm of love and hate	J
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There are boys to day in the city slum and the home of wealth and pride	K
Who'll have one home when the storm is come and fight for it side by side	K
Who'll hold the cliffs 'gainst the armoured hells	F
that batter a coastal town	L
Or grimly die in a hail of shells when the walls come crashing down	L
And many a pink white baby girl the queen of her home to day	M
Shall see the wings of the tempest whirl the mist of our dawn away	M
Shall live to shudder and stop her ears to the thud of the distant gun	N
And know the sorrow that has no tears when a battle is lost and won	N
As a mother or wife in the years to come will kneel wild eyed and white	O
And pray to God in her darkened home for the men in the fort to night'	O
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But oh if the cavalry charge again as they did when the world was wide	O
'Twill be grand in the ranks of a thousand men	P
in that glorious race to ride	O
And strike for all that is true and strong	D
for all that is grand and brave	Q
And all that ever shall be so long as man has a soul to save	Q
He must lift the saddle and close his wings' and shut his angels out	O
And steel his heart for the end of things	F
who'd ride with a stockman scout	O
When the race they ride on the battle track and the waning distance hums	F
And the shelled sky shrieks or the rifles crack	I
like stockwhip amongst the gums	F
And the straight' is reached and the field is gapped'	O
and the hoof torn sward grows red	O
With the blood of those who are handicapped with iron and steel and lead	O
And the gaps are filled though unseen by eyes	F
with the spirit and with the shades	F
Of the world wide rebel dead who'll rise and rush with the Bush Brigades	F
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All creeds and trades will have soldiers there	R
give every class its due	O
And there'll be many a clerk to spare for the pride of the jackeroo	R
They'll fight for honour and fight for love and a few will fight for gold	O
For the devil below and for God above as our fathers fought of old	O
And some half blind with exultant tears and some stiff lipped stern eyed	O
For the pride of a thousand after years and the old eternal pride	O
The soul of the world they will feel and see	F
in the chase and the grim retreat	O
They'll know the glory of victory and the grandeur of defeat	O
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The South will wake to a mighty change ere a hundred years are done	N
With arsenals west of the mountain range and every spur its gun	N
And many a rickety son of a gun on the tides of the future tossed	O
Will tell how battles were really won that History says were lost	O
Will trace the field with his pipe and shirk	S
the facts that are hard to explain	T
As grey old mates of the diggings work the old ground over again	P
How this was our centre and this a redoubt	O
and that was a scrub in the rear	R
And this was the point where the guards held out	O
and the enemy's lines were here '	-
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They'll tell the tales of the nights before	R
and the tales of the ship and fort	O
Till the sons of Australia take to war as their fathers took to sport	O
Their breath come deep and their eyes grow bright	O
at the tales of our chivalry	F
And every boy will want to fight no matter what cause it be	F
When the children run to the doors and cry	R
Oh mother the troops are come '	-
And every heart in the town leaps high at the first loud thud of the drum	U
They'll know apart from its mystic charm what music is at last	O
When proud as a boy with a broken arm the regiment marches past	O
And the veriest wreck in the drink fiend's clutch	V
no matter how low or mean	W
Will feel when he hears the march a touch	V
of the man that he might have been	X
And fools when the fiends of war are out and the city skies aflame	Y
Will have something better to talk about than an absent woman's shame	Y
Will have something nobler to do by far than jest at a friend's expense	F
Or blacken a name in a public bar or over a backyard fence	F
And this you learn from the libelled past	O
though its methods were somewhat rude	O
A nation's born where the shells fall fast or its lease of life renewed	O
We in part atone for the ghoulish strife	Z
and the crimes of the peace we boast	O
And the better part of a people's life in the storm comes uppermost	O
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The self same spirit that drives the man to the depths of drink and crime	A
Will do the deeds in the heroes' van that live till the end of time	A
The living death in the lonely bush the greed of the selfish town	L
And even the creed of the outlawed push is chivalry upside down	L
'Twill be while ever our blood is hot while ever the world goes wrong	D
The nations rise in a war to rot in a peace that lasts too long	D
And southern nation and southern state aroused from their dream of ease	F
Must sign in the Book of Eternal Fate their stormy histories	F

Henry Lawson

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