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Henry Lawson - To The Irish Delegates
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FAREWELL! The gold we send shall be a token
    Of that which in our hearts is growing strong;
You asked our sympathy, and we have spoken—
    “They wrong us who our brothers rob and wrong.”

Tell Ireland—tell her in her desolation,
    That hearts within the South for her have bled—
That scalding tears of helpless indignation
    By eyes that read her cruel wrongs are shed.

Helpless no more! but strong to act hereafter,
    For silenced arc the “loyal subjects’” sneers—
Too long have Ireland’s wrongs been words of laughter—
    Arch-mockery to tickle British ears.

Tell Ireland that they lie of us—they slander,
    Who say we care not for another’s wrong;
For we are not the men to kneel and pander
    To tyranny, because the tyrant’s strong.

Take back across the waves Australia’s message,
    And say our hearts are big, and strong our hands,
Tell Ireland that for her is surest presage
    Of fate as fair as of these Southern lands.
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