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 To the risk of a death by drowning, To the risk of a death by drouth— To the men of a million acres, To the Sons of the Golden South!

To the Sons of the Golden South (Stand up!), And the life we live and know,  Let a fellow sing o' the little things he cares about,  If a fellow fights for the little things he cares about  With the weight of a single blow!

To the smoke of a hundred coasters, To the sheep on a thousand hills, To the sun that never blisters, To the rain that never chills— To the land of the waiting springtime, To our five-meal, meat-fed men, To the tall, deep-bosomed women, And the children nine and ten!

And the children nine and ten (Stand up!),  ''And the life we live and know.  Let a fellow sing o' the little things he cares about, '' If a fellow fights for the little things he cares about,  With the weight of a two-fold blow!

To the far-flung, fenceless prairie Where the quick cloud-shadows trail, To our neighbour's barn in the offing And the line of the new-cut rail; To the plough in her league-long furrow With the grey Lake gulls behind To the weight of a half-year's winter And the warm wet western wind!