Henry Lawson - Freedom On The WallabyHenry Lawson - Freedom On The Wallaby
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Australia`s a big country
An` Freedom`s humping bluey,
An` Freedom`s on the wallaby
Oh! don`t you hear `er cooey?
She`s just begun to boomerang,
She`ll knock the tyrants silly,
She`s goin` to light another fire
And boil another billy.
Our fathers toiled for bitter bread
While loafers thrived beside `em,
But food to eat and clothes to wear,
Their native land denied `em.
An` so they left their native land
In spite of their devotion,
An` so they came, or if they stole,
Were sent across the ocean.
Then Freedom couldn`t stand the glare
O` Royalty`s regalia,
She left the loafers where they were,
An` came out to Australia.
But now across the mighty main
The chains have come ter bind her –
She little thought to see again
The wrongs she left behind her.
Our parents toil`d to make a home –
Hard grubbin `twas an` clearin` –
They wasn`t crowded much with lords
When they was pioneering.
But now that we have made the land
A garden full of promise,
Old Greed must crook `is dirty hand
And come ter take it from us.
So we must fly a rebel flag,
As others did before us,
And we must sing a rebel song
And join in rebel chorus.
We`ll make the tyrants feel the sting
O` those that they would throttle;
They needn`t say the fault is ours
If blood should stain the wattle!
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