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Stand up my young Australian	A
In the brave light of the sun	A
And hear how Freedom's battle	B
Was in the old days lost and won	A
The blood burns in my veins boy	C
As it did in years of yore	D
Remembering Eureka	E
And the men of 'Fifty four	D
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The old times were the grand times	F
And to me the Past appears	G
As rich as seas at sunset	H
With its many coloured years	G
And like a lonely island	I
Aglow in sunset light	J
One day stands out in splendour	D
The day of the Good Fight	J
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Where Ballarat the Golden	A
On her throne sits like a Queen	K
Ten thousand tents were shining	L
In the brave days that have been	M
There dwelt the stalwart diggers	N
When our hearts with hope were high	O
The stream of Life ran brimming	L
In that golden time gone by	O
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They came from many countries	P
And far islands in the main	Q
And years shall pass and vanish	R
Ere their like are seen again	S
Small chance was there for weaklings	P
With these man of iron core	D
Who worked and played like Giants	P
In the year of 'Fifty four	D
	-
The Tyrants of the Goldfields	P
Would not let us live in peace	P
They harried us and chased us	P
With their horse and foot police	P
Each man must show his licence	P
When they chose by fits and starts	P
They tried to break our spirits	P
And they almost broke our hearts	P
	-
We wrote a Declaration	A
In the store of Shanahan	T
Demanding Right and justice	P
And we signed it man by man	T
And unto Charles Hotham	U
Who was then the Lord of High	O
We sent it Charles Hotham	U
Sent a regiment in reply	O
	-
There comes a time to all men	S
When submission is a sin	M
We made a bonfire brave and	I
Flung our licences therein	M
Our hearts with scorn and anger	D
Burned more fiercely than the flame	U
Full well we knew our peril	B
But we dared it all the same	U
	-
On Bakery Hill the Banner	D
Of the Southern Cross flew free	D
Then up rose Peter Lalor	D
And with lifted hand spake he	D
'We swear by God above us	P
While we live to work and fight	J
For Freedom and for justice	P
For our Manhood and our Right '	-
	-
Then on the bare earth kneeling	L
As on a chapel floor	D
Beneath the sacred Banner	D
One and all that oath we swore	D
And some of those who swore it	V
Were like straws upon a flood	W
But there were men who swore it	V
And who sealed it with their blood	W
	-
We held a stern War Council	B
For in bitter mood were we	D
With Vern and Hayes and Humffray	D
Brady Ross and Kennedy	D
And fire eyed Raffaello	B
Who was brave as steel though small	B
But gallant Peter Lalor	D
Was the leader of us all	B
	-
Pat Curtain we made captain	A
Of our Pikemen soon enrolled	X
And Ross the tall Canadian	A
Was our standard bearer bold	X
He came from where St Lawrence	P
Flows majestic to the main	Q
But the River of St Lawrence	P
He would never see again	S
	-
Then passed along the order	D
That a fortress should be made	Y
And soon with planks and palings	P
We constructed the Stockade	Y
We worked in teeth set silence	P
For we knew what was in store	D
Sure never men defended	Y
Such a feeble fort before	D
	-
All day the German blacksmith	Z
At his forge wrought fierce and fast	Y
All day the gleaming pike blades	P
At his side in piles were cast	Y
All day the diggers fitted	Y
Blade to staff with stern goodwill	B
Till all men save the watchers	P
Slept upon the fatal hill	B
	-
The night fell cold and dreary	D
And the hours crawled slowly be	D
Deep sleep was all around me	D
But a sentinel was I	O
And then the moon grew ghostly	D
And I saw the grey dawn creep	A2
A wan and pallid phantom	U
O'er the Mount of Warrenheip	A2
	-
When over the dark mountain	A
Rose the red rim of the sun	A
Right sharply in the stillness	P
Rang our picket's warning gun	A
And scarce had died the echo	B2
Ere of all our little host	Y
Each man had grasped his weapon	A
And each man was at his post	Y
	-
The foe came on in silence	P
Like an army of the dumb	U
There was no blare of trumpet	Y
And there was no tap of drum	U
But ever they came onward	Y
And I thought with indrawn breath	C2
The Redcoats looked like Murder	D
And the Blackcoats looked like Death	C2
	-
Our gunners in their gun pits	P
That were near the palisade	Y
Fired fiercely but the Redcoats	P
Fired as if upon parade	Y
Yet in the front rank leading	L
On his men with blazing eyes	P
The bullet of a digger	D
Struck down valiant Captain Wise	P
	-
Then 'Charge ' cried Captain Thomas	P
And with bayonets fixed they came	U
The palisade crashed inwards	P
Like a wall devoured by flame	U
I saw our gallant gunners	P
Struggling vainly backward reel	B
Before that surge of scarlet	Y
All alive with stabbing steel	B
	-
There Edward Quinn of Cavan	A
Samuel Green the Englishman	A
And Haffele the German	A
Perished fighting in the van	T
And with the William Quinlan	A
Fell while battling for the Right	Y
The first Australian Native	D2
In the first Australian Fight	Y
	-
But Robertson the Scotchman	A
In his gripping Scottish way	E2
Caught by the throat a Redcoat	Y
And upon that Redcoat lay	E2
They beat the Scotchman's head in	A
Smiting hard with butt of gun	A
And slew him but the Redcoat	Y
Died before the week was done	A
	-
These diggers fought like heroes	P
Charged to guard a kingdom's gate	Y
But vain was all their valour	D
For they could not conquer Fate	Y
The Searchers for the Wounded	Y
Found them lying side by side	Y
They lived good mates together	D
And good mates together died	Y
	-
Then Peter Lalor gazing	L
On the fight with fiery glance	P
His lion voice uplifted	Y
Shouting 'Pikemen now advance '	-
A bullet struck him speaking	L
And he fell as fall the dead	Y
The Fight had lost its leader	D
And the Pikemen broke and fled	Y
	-
The battle was not over	D
For there stood upon the hill	B
A little band of diggers	P
Fighting desperately still	B
With pistol pike and hayfork	L
Against bayonet and gun	A
There was no madder combat	Y
Ever seen beneath the sun	A
	-
Then Donaghey and Dimond	Y
And Pat Gittins fighting fell	B
With Thaddeus Moore and Reynolds	P
And the muskets rang their knell	B
And staring up at Heaven	A
As if watching his soul's track	L
Shot through his heart so merry	D
Lay our jester 'Happy Jack'	L
	-
The sky grew black above us	P
And the earth below was red	Y
And oh our eyes were burning	L
As we gazed upon our dead	Y
On came the troopers charging	L
Valiant cut throats of the Crown	A
And wounded men and dying	L
Flung their useless weapons down	A
	-
The bitter fight was ended	Y
And with cruel coward lust	Y
They dragged our sacred Banner	D
Through the Stockade's bloody dust	Y
But patient as the gods are	D
Justice counts the years and waits	P
That Banner now waves proudly	D
Over six Australian States	P
	-
I said my young Australian	A
That the fight was lost and won	A
But oh our hearts were heavy	D
At the setting of the sun	A
Yet ere the year was over	D
Freedom rolled in like a flood	Y
They gave us all we asked for	D
When we asked for it in blood	Y
	-
God rest you Peter Lalor	D
For you were a whiteman whole	B
A swordblade in the sunlight	Y
Was your bright and gallant soul	B
And God reward you kindly	D
Father Smith alive or dead	Y
'Twas you that give him shelter	D
When a price was on his head	Y
	-
Within the Golden City	D
In the place of peace profound	Y
The Heroes sleep Tread softly	D
'Tis Australia's Holy Ground	Y
And ever more Australia	B
Will keep green in her heart's core	D
The memory of Lalor	D
And the men of 'Fifty four	D