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They watched Britannia ever looking forward,

But could not see the things her children saw.

They watched in Southern seas her boats pull shoreward,

But only marked the eyeglass, heard the "Haw!"

In tents, and bungalows, and outpost stations,

Thin white men ruled for her, unseen, unheard,

Till millions of strange races and far nations

Were ready to obey her at a word.

We learn our England, and in peace forget,

To learn in storm that she is England yet.

She's England yet; and men shall doubt no longer,

And mourn no longer for what she has been.

She'll be a greater England and a stronger—

A better England than the world has seen.

Our own, who reck not of a king's regalia,

Tinsel of crowns, and courts that fume and fret,

Are fighting for her—fighting for Australia—

And blasphemously hail her "England Yet!"

She's England yet, with little to regret—

Ay, more than ever, she'll be England yet! Henry Lawson

"BURN UP THE WORLD"