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Pioneers

Written by: Andrew Barton Paterson | Biography
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 They came of bold and roving stock that would not fixed abide; 
There were the sons of field and flock since e’er they learned to ride; 
We may not hope to see such men in these degenerate years 
As those explorers of the bush – the brave old pioneers. 

‘Twas they who rode the trackless bush in heat and storm and drought; 
‘Twas they that heard the master-word that called them further out; 
‘Twas they that followed up the trail the mountain cattle made 
And pressed across the mighty range where now their bones are laid. 

But now the times are dull and slow, the brave old days are dead 
When hardy bushmen started out, and forced their way ahead 
By tangled scrub and forests grim towards the unknown west, 
And spied the far off promised land from off the ranges’ crest. 

Oh! Ye, that sleep in lonely graves by far-off ridge and plain, 
We drink to you in silence now as Christmas comes again, 
The men who fought the wilderness through rough unsettled years – 
The founders of our nation’s life, the brave old pioneers.



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