Henry Lawson ( )


Freedom on the Wallaby


Australias a big country 
An Freedoms humping bluey, 
An Freedoms on the wallaby 
Oh! dont you hear er cooey? 
Shes just begun to boomerang, 
Shell knock the tyrants silly, 
Shes goin to light another fire 
And boil another billy. 

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. 

Then Freedom couldnt stand the glare 
O Royaltys 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. 

Our parents toild to make a home  
Hard grubbin twas an clearin  
They wasnt 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. 

So we must fly a rebel flag, 
As others did before us, 
And we must sing a rebel song 
And join in rebel chorus. 
Well make the tyrants feel the sting 
O those that they would throttle; 
They neednt say the fault is ours 
If blood should stain the wattle!



Henry Lawson's other poems:
  1. Wide Lies Australia
  2. To an Old Mate
  3. The League of Nations
  4. The Song of the Darling River
  5. The Great Grey Plain


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