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| THE BRAVE old land of deed and song, | |
| Of gentle hearts and spirits strong, | |
| Of queenly maids and heroes grand, | |
| Of equal laws,—our Fatherland! | |
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| Though born beneath a brighter sun, | 5 |
| Shall we forget the marvels done, | |
| By soul outspoken, blood outpoured, | |
| By bard and patriot, song and sword? | |
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| Forget how firm and true our sires, | |
| Still lighted by their battle-fires, | 10 |
| ’Gainst kingly power and kingly crime, | |
| Long struggled in the darkened time? | |
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| How in a rolling sea they stood, | |
| Where every wave was freemen’s blood,— | |
| Shall we forget the time of strife, | 15 |
| When freedom’s only price was life? | |
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| Shall Cromwell’s memory, Milton’s lyre, | |
| Not kindle ’mong us souls of fire, | |
| Not raise in us a spirit strong— | |
| High scorn of shams, quick hate of wrong? | 20 |
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| Shall we not learn, Australians born! | |
| To smile on tinselled power our scorn,— | |
| At least, a freeman’s pride to try, | |
| When tinselled power would bend or buy? | |
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| The brave old land of deed and song, | 25 |
| We ne’er will do her memories wrong! | |
| For freedom here we’ll firmly stand, | |
| As stood our sires for Fatherland! | |
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