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From the Bush

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 The Channel fog has lifted – 
And see where we have come! 
Round all the world we've drifted, 
A hundred years from "home".
The fields our parents longed for – Ah! we shall ne'er know how – The wealth that they were wronged for We'll see as strangers now! The Dover cliffs have passed on – In the morning light aglow – That our fathers looked their last on A weary time ago.
Now grin, and grin your bravest! We need be strong to fight; For you go home to picture And I go home to write.
Hold up your head in England, Tread firm on London streets; We come from where the strong heart Of all Australia beats! Hold up your head in England However poor you roam! For no men are your betters Who never sailed from home! From a hundred years of hardships – 'Tis ours to tell the cost – From a thousand miles of silence Where London would be lost; From where the glorious sunset On sweeps of mulga glows – Ah! we know more than England, And more than Europe knows! Hold up your head in London, However poor you come, For no man is your better Who never sailed from home! Our "home" and foreign fathers, Where none but men dared go, Have done more for the White Man Than England e'er shall know!

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