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From the southern hills and the city lanes,

From the sandwaste lone and the Blacksoil Plains;

The youngest and strongest of England's brood!

They'll win for the South as we knew they would,

Knew they would—

Knew they would;

They'll win for the South as we knew they would. Henry Lawson

OLLING out to fight for England, singing songs across the sea;

Rolling North to fight for England, and to fight for you and me;

Fighting hard for France and England, where the storms of Death are hurled;

Fighting hard for Australasia and the honour of the World!

Fighting hard.

Fighting hard for Sunny Queensland—fighting for Bananaland,

Fighting hard for West Australia, and the mulga and the sand;

Fighting hard for Plain and Wool-Track, and the haze of western heat—

Fighting hard for South Australia and the bronze of Farrar's Wheat!

Fighting hard!

Fighting hard for fair Victoria, and the mountain and the glen;

(And the Memory of Eureka—there were other tyrants then),

For the glorious Gippsland forests and the World's great Singing Star—

For the irrigation channels where the cabbage gardens are—

Fighting hard!