A Song of the English
Foolish and causeless, half in jest, half hate.

And fearing no man, wait!

VICTORIA

 From East to West the circling word has passed, Till West is East beside our land-locked blue; From East to West the tested chain holds fast, The well-forged link rings true! 

Till West is East beside our land-locked blue;

The well-forged link rings true!

CAPETOWN

 Hail! Snatched and bartered oft from hand to hand, I dream my dream, by rock and heath and pine, Of Empire to the northward. Ay, one land From Lion’s Head to Line! 

I dream my dream, by rock and heath and pine,

From Lion’s Head to Line!

MELBOURNE

 Greeting! Nor fear nor favour won us place, Got between greed of gold and dread of drouth, Loud-voiced and reckless as the wild tide-race That whips our harbour-mouth! 

Got between greed of gold and dread of drouth,

That whips our harbour-mouth!

SYDNEY

 Greeting! My birth-stain have I turned to good; Forcing strong wills perverse to steadfastness; The first flush of the tropics in my blood, And at my feet Success! 

Forcing strong wills perverse to steadfastness;

And at my feet Success!

BRISBANE

 The northern stirp beneath the southern skies— I build a Nation for an Empire’s need, Suffer a little, and my land shall rise, Queen over lands indeed! 


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