================= LYRICS ================ Moreton Bay Or “The Convict’s Lament” by Francis “Frank the Poet” McNamara -------------------------------------------------- [ V.1 ] One Sunday morning as I went walking By Brisbane waters I chanced to stray. I heard a convict his fate bewailing As on the sunny river bank he lay : “I am a native of Erin’s island But banished now from my native shore They stole me from my aged parents And from the maiden whom I do adore “ ---------------------------------------------------- [ V.2 ] “I’ve been a prisoner at Port Macquarie At Norfolk Island and Emu Plains, At Castle Hill and at cursed Toongabbie, At all these settlements I’ve been in chains. But of all places of condemnation And penal stations in New South Wales, To Moreton Bay I can find no equal Excessive tyranny each day prevails.” --------------------------------------------------- [ V.3 ] “For three long years I was beastly treated And heavy irons on my legs I wore, My back with flogging was lacerated And oft times painted with my crimson gore. And many a man from downright starvation Lies mouldering now underneath the clay, And Captain Logan, he had us mangled All at the triangles of Moreton Bay.” ------------------------------------------------------- [ V.4 ] “Like the Egyptians and ancient Hebrews We were oppressed under Logan’s yoke, Till a native black lying there in ambush Did deal this tyrant his mortal stroke. My fellow prisoners be exhilarated That all like monsters such a death may find, And when from bondage we’re liberated Our former sufferings shall fade from mind.“ ================================

The Wild Colonial Boy (Traditional) ================================= [ V.1 ] There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Donahue by name Of poor but honest parents, he was born in Castlemaine He was his father’s only hope, his mother’s pride and joy And dearly did his parents love the wild colonial boy ------------------------------------------- [ V.2 ] At scarcely sixteen years of age he left his native home A convict to Australia, across the seas to roam They put him in the iron gang in the government’s employ, But ne’er an iron on earth could hold the wild colonial boy -------------------------[ CHORUS ] ----------------------- So come away, me hearties, We'll roam the mountains high, Together we will plunder, Together we will die. We'll wander through the valleys And we’ll gallop o’er the plains, But we’ll scorn to live in slavery, Bound down by iron chains. ------------------------------------------- [ V.3 ] In sixty one this daring youth commenced his wild career With a heart that knew no danger, no trooper did he fear He stuck up the Beechworth mail-coach and he robbed Judge MacEvoy Who trembling cold, gave up his gold, to the wild colonial boy ------------------------------------------- [ V.4 ] He bade the Judge good morning and he told him to beware That he'd never rob a needy chap or one who acted square But a judge who’d rob a mother of her one and only joy Would be a much worse outlaw than the wild colonial boy ------------------------------------------- [ V.5 ] And when they sentenced him to hang to end his wild career, With a loud shout of defiance, bold Donahoe broke clear. He robbed the wealthy squatters, their stock he did destroy A terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy -------------------------[ CHORUS ] ----------------------- So come away, me hearties, We'll roam the mountains high, Together we will plunder, Together we will die. We'll wander through the valleys And we’ll gallop o’er the plains, But we’ll scorn to live in slavery, Bound down by iron chains. ------------------------------------------- [ V.6 ] One day as Jack was cruising the mountainside along A- listening to the kookaburras, their happy laughing song Three mounted troopers came along, Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy They thought that they would capture him, the wild colonial boy. ------------------------------------------- [ V.7 ] “Surrender now, Jack Donahue, you see it’s three to one Surrender in the king’s high name, you daring highwayman” Jack drew a pistol from his belt and he waved it like a toy "I'll fight but not surrender" cried the wild colonial boy ------------------------------------------- [ V.8 ] He fired at trooper Kelly, and he brought him to the ground And in return from Davis, he received a mortal wound All shattered through the jaw he lay, still firing at Fitzroy And that’s the way they ended him, the wild colonial boy -------------------------[ CHORUS ] ----------------------- So come away, me hearties, We'll roam the mountains high, Together we will plunder, Together we will die. We'll wander through the valleys And we’ll gallop o’er the plains, But we’ll scorn to live in slavery, Bound down by iron chains. ========================================

========== LYRICS ======== Ballad of Eureka by Helen Palmer (words) and Doreen Bridges (music) =========================== [V.1] They're leaving ship and station, They're leaving bench and fold, And pouring out from Melbourne To join the search for gold. The face of town and country Is changing every day, But rulers keep on ruling The old colonial way. ---------------------------------------- [V.2] “How can we work the diggings And learn how fortune feels If all the traps forever Are yelping at our heels? ” “ If you’ve enough,” says Lalor, “ Of all their little games, Then go and get your licence And throw it on the flames!” ----------------------------------------- [V.3] “ The law is out to get us And make us bow in fear. They call us foreign rebels Who’d plant the Charter here ! ” “ They may be right,” says Lalor, “ But if they show their braid, We’ll stand our ground and hold it Behind a bush stockade ! ” --------------------------------------- [V.4] It’s down with pick and shovel, A rifle’s needed now; They come to raise a standard, They come to make a vow : “ Here in the name of freedom, Whatever be our loss, We swear to stand together Beneath the Southern Cross.” ------------------------------------ [V.5] It is a Sunday morning. The miners’ camp is still; Two hundred flashing redcoats Come marching to the hill. Come marching up the gully With muskets firing low; And diggers wake from dreaming To hear the bugle blow. -------------------------------------- [V.6] The wounded and the dying Lie silent in the sun, But change will not be halted By any redcoat’s gun. There’s not a flag in Europe More rousing to the will Than the flag of stars that flutters Above Eureka’s Hill. ---------------------------------------- [V.7] There’s not a flag in Europe More lovely to the eye, Than is the blue and silver Against a southern sky. There’s not a flag in Europe More lovely to behold, Than floats above Eureka Where diggers work the gold. ==========================

======= LYRICS ======= Andy’s Gone with Cattle words by Henry Lawson (1867 – 1922) tune by Hugh McDonald (1954 – 2016 ) ----------------------------------------- [V.1] Our Andy’s gone to battle now ’Gainst Drought, the red marauder; Our Andy’s gone with cattle now Across the Queensland border. He’s left us in dejection now; Our hearts with him are roving. It’s dull on this selection now, Since Andy went a-droving. ------------------------------------------ [V.2] Who now shall wear the cheerful face In times when things are slackest ? And who shall whistle round the place When Fortune frowns her blackest ? Oh, who shall cheek the squatter now When he comes round us snarling ? His tongue is growing hotter now Since Andy cross’d the Darling. -------------------------------------- [V.3] The gates are out of order now, In storms the ‘riders’ rattle; For far across the border now Our Andy’s gone with cattle. Poor Aunty’s looking thin and white; And Uncle’s cross with worry; And poor old Blucher howls all night Since Andy left Macquarie. -------------------------------- [V.4] O may the showers in torrents fall, And all the tanks run over; And may the grass grow green and tall In pathways of the drover; And may good angels send the rain On desert stretches sandy; And when the summer comes again God grant ’twill bring us Andy. =======================

========== LYRICS ============ Clancy Of The Overflow Words by A.B. “Banjo” Paterson (1864 - 1941) Tune by Albert Arlen ( 1905 – 1993 ) ============================== [V.1] I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better knowledge Sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago, He was shearing when I knew him, so I sent the letter to him, Just `on spec', addressed as follows, `Clancy, of The Overflow ‘ -------------------------------------------------- [V.2] And an answer came directed in a writing unexpected, (And I think the same was written with a thumb-nail dipped in tar) 'Twas his shearing mate who wrote it, and verbatim I will quote it: `Clancy's gone to Queensland droving, and we don't know where he are.' --------------------------------------------------------- [V.3] In my wild erratic fancy visions come to me of Clancy Gone a-droving `down the Cooper' where the Western drovers go; As the stock are slowly stringing, Clancy rides behind them singing, For the drover's life has pleasures that the townsfolk never know ------------------------------------------------------- [V.4] And the bush hath friends to meet him and their kindly voices greet him In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars, And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended, And at night the wond'rous glory of the everlasting stars. … ------------------------------------------------ [V.5] I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall, And the fetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty city Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all -------------------------------------------------------- [V.6] And in place of lowing cattle, I can hear the fiendish rattle Of the tramways and the 'buses making hurry down the street, And the language uninviting of the gutter children fighting, Comes fitfully and faintly through the ceaseless tramp of feet. … -------------------------------------------------- [V.7] And the hurrying people daunt me, and their pallid faces haunt me As they shoulder one another in their rush and nervous haste, With their eager eyes and greedy, and their stunted forms and weedy, For townsfolk have no time to grow, they have no time to waste. … ------------------------------------------------- [V.8] And I somehow rather fancy that I'd like to change with Clancy Like to take a turn at droving where the seasons come and go, While he faced the round eternal of the cash-book and the journal But I doubt he'd suit the office, Clancy, of ` The Overflow '. ================================================

================= LYRICS ================= Give Me a Hut - or - The Dear Native Girl (Traditional) (Words published anonymously in “ The Queenslander " 1894) ================================= -------------- [ V.1 ] ----------- Australia, dear land of my childhood, and birth, I think of you still amidst beauty and mirth; Your forests, your mountains their charms have for me, And the dear native girl who will share it with me. --------------- [ CHORUS ] ------------------- Then give me a hut in my own native land. Or a tent in the bush with the mountains so grand ; With the scenes of my childhood contented I'll be, And the dear native girl who will share it with me. ---------------- [ V.2 ] ------------------------ I love far to roam where the emu does stray, Where the wild native dog cries aloud for his prey, Where the kangaroo, wallaroo and wombat so rare Are found with the scrub turkey and native bear. --------------- [ CHORUS ] ------------------- Then give me a hut in my own native land. Or a tent in the bush with the mountains so grand ; With the scenes of my childhood contented I'll be, And the dear native girl who will share it with me. -------------- [ V.3 ] ----------- How pleasant to rise at the dawn of the day, And chase the wild horse o'er the hills far away, Where he'll prance and he'll snort all alone in his glee Until he's run down by hearts bold and free. --------------- [ CHORUS ] ------------------- Then give me a hut in my own native land. Or a tent in the bush with the mountains so grand ; With the scenes of my childhood contented I'll be, And the dear native girl who will share it with me. -------------- [ V.4 ] ----------- When winter winds whistle and blast the sweet flowers, How happy and cheerful we'll then pass the hours With the friends of our youth in song or in glee, And the dear native girl who will share it with me. ----------------- [ CHORUS ] ------------------- Then give me a hut in my own native land. Or a tent in the bush with the mountains so grand ; With the scenes of my childhood contented I'll be, And the dear native girl who will share it with me. =====================================

===================== LYRICS ================== The Man from Snowy River (published in 1890) Words : A. B. “Banjo” Paterson ( 1864 – 1941 ) -------------------------------- [V.1] ---------------------------- There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around That the colt from Old Regret had got away, And had joined the wild bush horses - he was worth a thousand pound, So all the cracks had gathered to the fray. All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far Had mustered at the homestead overnight, For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are, And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight. -------------------------------- [V.2] ---------------------------- There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup, The old man with his hair as white as snow; But few could ride beside him when his blood was fairly up — He would go wherever horse and man could go. And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a hand, No better horseman ever held the reins; For never horse could throw him while the saddle girths would stand, He learnt to ride while droving on the plains. -------------------------------- [V.3] ---------------------------- And one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast; He was something like a racehorse undersized, With a touch of Timor pony — three parts thoroughbred at least — And such as are by mountain horsemen prized. He was hard and tough and wiry — just the sort that won't say die — There was courage in his quick impatient tread; And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye, And the proud and lofty carriage of his head. -------------------------------- [V.4] ---------------------------- But still so slight and weedy, one would doubt his power to stay, And the old man said, "That horse will never do For a long and tiring gallop - lad, you'd better stop away, Those hills are far too rough for such as you." So he waited sad and wistful — only Clancy stood his friend — "I think we ought to let him come," he said; "I warrant he'll be with us when he's wanted at the end, For both his horse and he are mountain bred." -------------------------------- [V.5] ---------------------------- "He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko's side, Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough, Where a horse's hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride, The man that holds his own is good enough. And the Snowy River riders on the mountains make their home, Where the river runs those giant hills between; I have seen full many horsemen since I first commenced to roam, But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen." -------------------------------- [V.6] ---------------------------- So he went; they found the horses by the big mimosa clump, They raced away towards the mountain's brow, And the old man gave his orders, "Boys, go at them from the jump, No use to try for fancy riding now. And, Clancy, you must wheel them, try and wheel them to the right. Ride boldly, lad, and never fear the spills, For never yet was rider that could keep the mob in sight, If once they gain the shelter of those hills." -------------------------------- [V.7] ---------------------------- So Clancy rode to wheel them — he was racing on the wing Where the best and boldest riders take their place, And he raced his stockhorse past them, and he made the ranges ring With the stockwhip, as he met them face to face. Then they halted for a moment, while he swung the dreaded lash, But they saw their well-loved mountain full in view, And they charged beneath the stockwhip with a sharp and sudden dash, And off into the mountain scrub they flew. -------------------------------- [V.8] ---------------------------- Then fast the horsemen followed, where the gorges deep and black Resounded to the thunder of their tread, And the stockwhips woke the echoes, and they fiercely answered back From cliffs and crags that beetled overhead. And upward, ever upward, the wild horses held their way, Where Mountain Ash and Kurrajong grew wide; And the old man muttered fiercely, "We may bid the mob good day, No man can hold them down the other side." -------------------------------- [V.9] ---------------------------- When they reached the mountain's summit, even Clancy took a pull - It well might make the boldest hold their breath; The wild hop scrub grew thickly, and the hidden ground was full Of wombat holes, and any slip was death. But the man from Snowy River let the pony have his head, And he swung his stockwhip round and gave a cheer, And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down its bed, While the others stood and watched in very fear. -------------------------------- [V.10] ---------------------------- He sent the flint-stones flying, but the pony kept his feet, He cleared the fallen timbers in his stride, And the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat — It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride. Through the stringy barks and saplings, on the rough and broken ground, Down the hillside at a racing pace he went; And he never drew the bridle till he landed safe and sound, At the bottom of that terrible descent. -------------------------------- [V.11] ---------------------------- He was right among the horses as they climbed the farther hill And the watchers on the mountain standing mute, Saw him ply the stockwhip fiercely; he was right among them still, As he raced across the clearing in pursuit. Then they lost him for a moment, where two mountain gullies met In the ranges - but a final glimpse reveals On a dim and distant hillside the wild horses racing yet, With the man from Snowy River at their heels. -------------------------------- [V.12] ---------------------------- And he ran them single-handed till their sides were white with foam. He followed like a bloodhound on their track, Till they halted cowed and beaten, then he turned their heads for home, And alone and unassisted brought them back. But his hardy mountain pony he could scarcely raise a trot, He was blood from hip to shoulder from the spur; But his pluck was still undaunted, and his courage fiery hot, For never yet was mountain horse a cur. -------------------------------- [V.13] ---------------------------- And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise Their torn and rugged battlements on high, Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze At midnight in the cold and frosty sky, And where around the Overflow the reed -beds sweep and sway To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide, The man from Snowy River is a household word today, And the stockmen tell the story of his ride. =====================================

========= LYRICS ========== Freedom on the Wallaby words by Henry Lawson (1867 - 1922) ----------------------------------------------- [V.1] 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. -------------------------------------------- [CHORUS] 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 ------------------------------------------ [V.2] 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. ----------------------------------------- [CHORUS] ------------------------------------------- [V.3] 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. ------------------------------------------------ [CHORUS] ------------------------------------------------- [V.4] 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 ! ============================

============== LYRICS =============== Waltzing Matilda (The Queensland version) words by Banjo Paterson ----------------- [ V.1 ] ---------------------- Oh there once was a swagman camped in a billabong Under the shade of a Coolibah tree And he sang as he looked at his old billy boiling “Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me ?” ----------------------------- [ CHORUS 1 ] “ Waltzing Matilda, Matilda, my darling Who'll come a'waltzing Matilda with me ? “ And he sang as he looked at his old billy boiling “ Who'll come a'waltzing Matilda with me ? “ ------------------ [ V.2 ] ------------------- Down came a jumbuck to drink at the water hole Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee And he sang as he stowed him away in his tucker bag “You'll come a'waltzing Matilda with me” ------------------------------------------------- [ CHORUS 2 ] “ Waltzing Matilda, Matilda, my darling You'll come a'waltzing Matilda with me “ And he sang as he stowed him away in his tucker bag, “ You'll come a'waltzing Matilda with me. “ ------------------ [ V.3 ] ------------------- Down came the squatter a'riding his thoroughbred Down came policemen one two three “ Whose is the jumbuck you've got in your tucker bag ? “You'll come a'waltzing Matilda with me” [ CHORUS 3 ] “ Waltzing Matilda, Matilda, my darling You'll come a'waltzing Matilda with me Whose is the jumbuck you've got in your tucker bag ? You'll come a'waltzing Matilda with me “ ------------------ [ V.4 ] ------------------- But the swagman he up and he jumped in the water hole Drowning himself by the Coolibah tree And his ghost may be heard as it sings in the billabong “ Who'll come a'waltzing Matilda with me ? ” ------------------------------ [ CHORUS 4 ] “ Waltzing Matilda, Matilda, my darling Who'll come a'waltzing Matilda with me ? “ And his ghost may be heard as it sings in the billabong “ Who'll come a'waltzing Matilda with me ? “ ------------------------------ [ FINAL CHORUS ] “ Waltzing Matilda, Matilda, my darling Who'll come a'waltzing Matilda with me ? “ Waltzing Matilda and leading a water bag “ Who'll come a'waltzing Matilda with me ? “ ===================================

================ LYRICS ================== Lachlan Tigers (Traditional) ----------------------- [ VERSE 1 ] -------------------- Now at his gate each shearer stood as the whistle loudly blew With eyebrows fixed and lips compressed, the tigers all bent to You can hear the clicking of the shears as through the wool they glide See the gun al-ready turn , he's on the whipping side ------------------------[ CHORUS ] ----------------------- A lot of Lachlan tigers it’s plain to see we are Hark to our burly ringer as he loudly calls for tar 'Tar Here' calls one and quick the tar boy flies 'Sweep those locks a-way' another loudly cries ----------------------- [ VERSE 2 ] ---------------------- The scene it is a lively one and ought to be admired There hasn’t been a better board since Jacky Howe expired Along the board the gaffer walks, his face all in a frown And passing by the ringer says, “ You watch, my lad, keep down …… -------------------------- [ VERSE 3 ] ------------------------- …… For I must have their bellies off and topknots too likewise My eye is quick so none of your tricks or from me you will fly” My curse on that contractor ! He's never on our side To shear a decent tally, me boys, in vain I've often tried ------------------------[ CHORUS ] ----------------------- A lot of Lachlan tigers it’s plain to see we are Hark to our burly ringer as he loudly calls for tar 'Tar Here' calls one and quick the tar boy flies 'Sweep those locks a-way' another loudly cries ----------------- [ VERSE 4 ] --------------- I have a pair of Ward and Paine's that are both bright and new I'll rig them up and let you see what I can really do For I've shore on the Riverine where they shear 'em by the score But such as tally as this to clip, I’ve never seen before ------------------------[ CHORUS ] ----------------------- A lot of Lachlan tigers it’s plain to see we are Hark to our burly ringer as he loudly calls for tar 'Tar Here' calls one and quick the tar boy flies 'Sweep those locks a-way' another loudly cries =======================================

===================== LYRICS ================== My Country (written between 1904 and 1908, published in 1908) by Dorothea Mackellar ------------------------------------------------------- The love of field and coppice, Of green and shaded lanes. Of ordered woods and gardens Is running in your veins, Strong love of grey-blue distance Brown streams and soft, dim skies I know but cannot share it, My love is otherwise. ---------------------- [ CHORUS ] --------------- I love a sunburnt country, A land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, Of droughts and flooding rains. I love her far horizons, I love her jewel-sea, Her beauty and her terror – The wide brown land for me ! [ Australia for me ! ] --------------------------------------------------- A stark white ring-barked forest All tragic to the moon, The sapphire-misted mountains, The hot gold hush of noon. Green tangle of the brushes, Where lithe lianas coil, And orchids deck the tree-tops And ferns the warm dark soil. ---------------------------------------------------- Core of my heart, my country ! Her pitiless blue sky, When sick at heart, around us We see the cattle die – But then the grey clouds gather, And we can bless again The drumming of an army, The steady, soaking rain ---------------------- [ CHORUS ] --------------- I love a sunburnt country, A land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, Of droughts and flooding rains. I love her far horizons, I love her jewel-sea, Her beauty and her terror – The wide brown land for me ! [ Australia for me ! ] ------------------------------------------- Core of my heart, my country ! Land of the Rainbow Gold, For flood and fire and famine, She pays us back threefold – Over the thirsty paddocks, Watch, after many days, The filmy veil of greenness That thickens as we gaze. ---------------------------------- An opal-hearted country, A wilful, lavish land – All you who have not loved her, You will not understand – Though Earth holds many splendours, Wherever I may die, I know to what brown country My homing thoughts will fly. ---------------------- [ CHORUS ] --------------- I love a sunburnt country, A land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, Of droughts and flooding rains. I love her far horizons, I love her jewel-sea, Her beauty and her terror – The wide brown land for me ! [Australia for me ! x3 ] ====================================

================= LYRICS ================ The Route March (1915) by Henry Lawson (1867 - 1922) ----------------------------------------------- [V.1] Did you hear the children singing, O my brothers ? O my sisters ? Did you hear the children singing as our troops went marching past ? In the sunshine and the rain, As they'll never sing again — Hear the little school-girls singing as our troops went swinging past ? --------------------------------------------------------------------------- [V.2] Did you hear the children singing, O my brothers ? O my sisters ? Did you hear the children singing for the first man and the last ? As they marched away and vanished, To a tune we thought was banished — Did you hear the children singing for the future and the past ? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [V.3] Shall you hear the children singing, O my brothers ? O my sisters ? Shall you hear the children singing in the sunshine or the rain ? There'll be sobs beneath the ringing Of the cheers, and 'neath the singing There'll be tears of orphan children when Our Boys come back again ! ==========================

=================== LYRICS ============= Humping the Drum Traditional --------------------------------------------------------------- [ V.1 ] I've humped my drum from Kingdom Come To the back of the Milky Way I boiled my quart on the Cape of York And I starved last Christmas Day. I crossed the Murray and I drank in Cloncurry Where they charged a bob a nip And I worked on the Gulf where the cattle are duffed And the squatters let them rip. ------------------------------------------ [ V.2 ] I courted Flo in Jericho, And Jane at old Blackall, I said farewell to the Sydney belle At the doors of the Eulo hall. I danced with Kit when the lamps were lit And with Doll when the dance broke up And I flung my hat on the Myall track When Bowman won the Cup ------------------------------------------ [ V.3 ] I laughed aloud with the merry crowd In the City of the Plains I sweated too on Ondooroo While bogged in those big bore drains I wheeled my bike from the Shearer's Strike Not wanting a funeral shroud And I made the weight for the Flying Stakes But I dodged the lynching crowd ------------------------------------------------ [ V.4 ] I carried a gun through World War One Then went on the track again From Omeo to Bendigo To Bourke and back again I shed some tears in the hungry years When jobs were short and few Then I packed up a swag and an old tucker bag There was nothing else to do. ------------------------------------------ [ V.5 ] I've worked from dawn in the fields of corn Till the sun was out of sight I've cause to know the Great Byno And the Great Australian Bight I’ve cast a line on the Condamine On the Paroo, and Macleay Yes, I've humped my drum from Kingdom Come To the back of the Milky Way. ------------------------------------------ [ ENDING ] Yes, I've humped my drum from Kingdom Come To the back of the Milky Way. ==================================

================ LYRICS ================= No Foe Shall Gather Our Harvest (1940) by Mary Gilmore ------------------------------------------------- [ V.1 ] Sons of the mountains of Scotland, Clansmen from correi and kyle, Bred on the moors of England, Children of Erin’s green isle, We stand four-square to the tempest, Whatever the battering hail — No foe shall gather our harvest, Or sit on our stockyard rail. (X2) -------------------------------------------- [ V.2 ] Our women shall walk in honour, Our children shall know no chain, This land that is ours forever The invader shall strike at in vain. Anzac ! Tobruk ! and Kokoda ! Could ever the old blood fail ? No foe shall gather our harvest, Or sit on our stockyard rail. (X2) -------------------------------------------- [ V.3 ] So hail-fellow-met we muster, And hail-fellow-met fall in, Wherever the guns may thunder, Or the rocketing “air mail” spin ! Born of the soil and the whirlwind, Though death itself be the gale — No foe shall gather our harvest, Or sit on our stockyard rail. (X2) --------------------------------------------- [ V.4 ] We are the sons of Australia, Of the men who fashioned the land, We are the daughters of women Who walked with them, hand in hand ; And we swear by the dead who bore us, By the heroes who blazed the trail, No foe shall gather our harvest, Or sit on our stockyard rail. (X2) =================================