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We've drunk to the Queen God bless her	B
We've drunk to our mothers' land	C
We've drunk to our English brother	B
But he does not understand	C
We've drunk to the wide creation	D
And the Cross swings low for the mom	E
Last toast and of Obligation	D
A health to the Native born	F
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They change their skies above them	G
But not their hearts that roam	H
We learned from our wistful mothers	I
To call old England 'home'	H
We read of the English skylark	J
Of the spring in the English lanes	K
But we screamed with the painted lories	K
As we rode on the dusty plains	K
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They passed with their old world legends	K
Their tales of wrong and dearth	L
Our fathers held by purchase	K
But we by the right of birth	L
Our heart's where they rocked our cradle	M
Our love where we spent our toil	N
And our faith and our hope and our honour	B
We pledge to our native soil	N
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I charge you charge your glasses	K
I charge you drink with me	H
To the men of the Four New Nations	K
And the Islands of the Sea	H
To the last least lump of coral	M
That none may stand outside	O
And our own good pride shall teach us	K
To praise our comrade's pride	O
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To the hush of the breathless morning	P
On the thin tin crackling roofs	K
To the haze of the burned back ranges	K
And the dust of the shoeless hoofs	K
To the risk of a death by drowning	P
To the risk of a death by drouth	L
To the men ef a million acres	K
To the Sons of the Golden South	L
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To the Sons of the Golden South Stand up	Q
And the life we live and know	R
Let a felow sing o' the little things he cares about	S
If a fellow fights for the little things he cares about	S
With the weight o a single blow	R
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To the smoke of a hundred coasters	K
To the sheep on a thousand hills	K
To the sun that never blisters	K
To the rain that never chills	K
To the land of the waiting springtime	H
To our five meal meat fed men	T
To the tall deep bosomed women	D
And the children nine and ten	T
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And the children nine and ten Stand up	Q
And the life we live and know	R
Let a fellow sing o' the little things he cares about	S
If a fellow fights for the little things he cares about	S
With the weight of a two fold blow	R
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To the far flung fenceless prairie	H
Where the quick cloud shadows trail	U
To our neighbours' barn in the offing	P
And the line of the new cut rail	U
To the plough in her league long furrow	R
With the grey Lake' gulls behind	V
To the weight of a half year's winter	B
And the warm wet western wind	V
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To the home of the floods and thunder	B
To her pale dry healing blue	W
To the lift of the great Cape combers	K
And the smell of the baked Karroo	B
To the growl of the sluicing stamp head	X
To the reef and the water gold	Y
To the last and the largest Empire	B
To the map that is half unrolled	Y
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To our dear dark foster mothers	K
To the heathen songs they sung	Z
To the heathen speech we babbled	Y
Ere we came to the white man's tongue	Z
To the cool of our deep verandah	Y
To the blaze of our jewelled main	A2
To the night to the palms in the moonlight	Y
And the fire fly in the cane	A2
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To the hearth of Our People's People	M
To her well ploughed windy sea	K
To the hush of our dread high altar	B
Where The Abbey makes us We	K
To the grist of the slow ground ages	K
To the gain that is yours and mine	B2
To the Bank of the Open Credit	Y
To the Power house of the Line	B2
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We've drunk to the Queen God bless her	B
We've drunk to our mothers'land	Y
We've drunk to our English brother	B
And we hope he'll understand	Y
We've drunk as much as we're able	M
And the Cross swings low for the morn	F
Last toast and your foot on the table	M
A health to the Native born	F
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A health to the Nativeborn Stand up	Q
We're six white men arow	B
All bound to sing o' the Little things we care about	Y
All bound to fight for the Little things we care about	Y
With the weight of a six fold blow	R
By the might of our Cable tow Take hands	K
From the Orkneys to the Horn	F
All round the world and a Little loop to pull it by	C2
All round the world and a Little strap to buckle it	Y
A health to the Native born	F

Rudyard Kipling

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