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AUSTRALIAN EMIGRANT'S SONG.
Then fare thee well, thou land of Whig and Tory,
Thou home of gold and glory,
Thou famous British land, farewell!
God knows the truth, I love thee well;
But, since thou hast no place for me,
I'll show no peevish face to thee;
I'll seek a home in New South Wales.
Thou home of gold and glory,
Thou famous British land, farewell!
God knows the truth, I love thee well;
But, since thou hast no place for me,
I'll show no peevish face to thee;
I'll seek a home in New South Wales.
The world is wide: Hope is a gallant rider;
God is a good provider:
Faith's portion he appointeth sure.
Farewell, my Scottish mount and moor!
Where summer smiles more cheerily,
Nor winter frowns so drearily;
I'll find a home in New South Wales.
God is a good provider:
Faith's portion he appointeth sure.
Farewell, my Scottish mount and moor!
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Nor winter frowns so drearily;
I'll find a home in New South Wales.
Farewell, dim nooks! ye dark and dingy gables!
Ye ancient inky tables,
Where many a peaking penman pines,
Where never blessed sun-light shines!
The bullock I'll be chasing now
Right stoutly I'll be racing now
O'er hill and dale, in New South Wales.
Ye ancient inky tables,
Where many a peaking penman pines,
Where never blessed sun-light shines!
The bullock I'll be chasing now
Right stoutly I'll be racing now
O'er hill and dale, in New South Wales.
God save thee well, thou hectic and full-blooded,
With millions overflooded,
Where labour ill redeems from want,
And giant weeds in purple flaunt!
The healthy, brawny arm alone
Is king, work is the charm alone,
To bind the gods, in New South Wales.
With millions overflooded,
Where labour ill redeems from want,
And giant weeds in purple flaunt!
The healthy, brawny arm alone
Is king, work is the charm alone,
To bind the gods, in New South Wales.
God heal thy strifes, thou land of partisanship,
Of narrow caste and clanship,
Where Nature shrinks from Fashion's ban,
And all has rights, save only Man!
No close noblesse shall class me now,
No haughty Church harass me now,
Where life is free in New South Wales.
Of narrow caste and clanship,
Where Nature shrinks from Fashion's ban,
And all has rights, save only Man!
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No haughty Church harass me now,
Where life is free in New South Wales.
Then fare thee well, thou land of Whig and Tory!
Thou home of gold and glory!
Nor gold nor glory gav'st thou me;
Yet not with cursing leave I thee.
While here ye fight your quarrels out,
My soul its free song carols out
To wood and wold, in New South Wales.
Thou home of gold and glory!
Nor gold nor glory gav'st thou me;
Yet not with cursing leave I thee.
While here ye fight your quarrels out,
My soul its free song carols out
To wood and wold, in New South Wales.
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