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Said the Preacher All is Vanity appending as a reason	A
That the things we find our pleasure in are bound to pass and pall	B
But it seems to me that whatso'er endureth for a season	A
Isn't half as vain as whatso'er hath never been at all	C
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When you find that what you've hitherto been wont to make a boast of	D
Must be numbered with the ejects that from muddled brains proceed	E
When you find that in respect thereof there isn't ev'n a ghost of	D
Fact to back it up ah then you may cry Vanity indeed	E
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From my tend'rest years I've plumed myself on being an Australian	A
An Australian pure and simple of the most authentic brand	F
Scotchman Englishman and Irishman alike to me were alien	A
I was sibber to King Billy through our common mother land	F
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To the pride of local genesis my being was surrendered	G
The worthiest of immigrants I looked upon with scorn	H
As exotic interlopers under foreign skies engendered	G
Though transplanted to my country fifty years ere I was born	H
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What although they wove the fabric of Australia's starry banner	I
From the fibre of their being till the tissue was complete	J
'Twas for us the young to wave it in our own emphatic manner	I
In the face of all things ancient European and effete	J
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Ours the fitter hand to hold the reins I sedulously boasted	K
And whenever at the festal board occasion would allow	L
Australia for the Australians with a hip hooray I toasted	M
And to day I learn I'm no more an Australian than a Chow	L
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Would to heav'n I'd been content to play the Native single handed	K
Nor sought to be enrolled in that accurs d A N A	N
But the vain ambition seized me to be registered and branded	M
As an organised Australian and I gave myself away	O
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Not long to crush my fondest pride the ruthless Council tarried	M
Yester eve I made my overtures the answer came at morn	H
Dear Sir at last night's meeting 'twas unanimously carried	M
That a person born at Battersea is not Australian born	H
At Battersea At Battersea Unwitting of objection	A
I had hardly even looked at my certificate of birth	P
Which now Returned herewith brought dimly back to recollection	A
A tale of my nativity on t'other side the earth	P
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How my mother rest her soul by wayward appetences fretted	M
Cried aloud for the Old Country and a breath of English air	Q
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How my father ripe for holiday her last caprice abetted	M
And I a mere expectancy went them unaware	Q
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And though the self same year in shining dells of myrtle found me	R
Where the wattle shed its perfume and the lories flashed their gems	S
And the white acacia blossoms flaked the verdure allaround me	R
I had been born in London on the Surrey side of Thames	S
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Oh vanity of vanities the birth I made a boast of	D
Oh unsubstantial eject of an inadvertent brain	T
And the self confounding sentiment I made so brave a toast of	D
Gr r I danced on my certificate and even that was vain	T
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I have slept upon the question I have faced the problem squarely	R
At the favoured hour of wisdom when the darkness turns to grey	O
I have reckoned up nativity impartially and fairly	R
And I've come to the conclusion they are fools the A N A	N
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If begotten of and from the soil what lack I to be native	U
What matters where my skin first felt the chill of mundane airs	V
If my origin was here in this alluvium procreative	U
Whose substance reached me through two generations of forbears	V
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That an accidental deviousness in time of incubation	A
Should make my whence irrelevant and pin me to Whereat	M
Do they really mean to play on me with calm deliberation	A
A pyramidal orbicular absurdity like that	M
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But no matter Let them hug their narrow canons of admission	A
The A N A are not the only natives in the land	M
There is yet another outlet for my dominant ambition	A
I will hie me to King Billy he will take me by the hand	M
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He will lead me to his tribe on slight preliminary payment	M
As a resurrected ancestor my status shall be fixed	M
As a native of the natives I will rid me of my raiment	M
I will rub me with goanna grease and charcoal intermixed	M
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I'll adorn my head with feathers and to decorate my body	M
I will grave it o'er with diagrams and fill the grooves with clay	O
I will capture me a lubra by the suasion of a waddy	M
And who'll be native then my high and mighty A N A	N
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Australian Natives' Association	A

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