Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон)

A Song of the Republic

Sons of the South, awake! arise! 
Sons of the South, and do. 
Banish from under your bonny skies 
Those old-world errors and wrongs and lies. 
Making a hell in a Paradise 
That belongs to your sons and you. 


Sons of the South, make choice between 
(Sons of the South, choose true), 
The Land of Morn and the Land of E’en, 
The Old Dead Tree and the Young Tree Green, 
The Land that belongs to the lord and the Queen, 
And the Land that belongs to you. 


Sons of the South, your time will come – 
Sons of the South, ’tis near – 
The ”Signs of the Times”, in their language dumb, 
Fortell it, and ominous whispers hum 
Like sullen sounds of a distant drum, 
In the ominous atmosphere. 


Sons of the South, aroused at last! 
Sons of the South are few! 
But your ranks grow longer and deeper fast, 
And ye shall swell to an army vast, 
And free from the wrongs of the North and Past 
The land that belongs to you.

1. The Separation
2. Here's Luck
3. The Lights of Cobb & Co.
4. The Days When We Went Swimming
5. All Ashore!

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