Some carry their swags in the Great North-West,
Where the bravest battle and die,
And a few have gone to their last long rest,
And a few have said: Good-bye!
The coast grows dim, and it may be long
Ere the Gums again I see;
So I put my soul in a farewell song
To the chaps who barracked for me.
Their days are hard at the best of times,
And their dreams are dreams of care-
God bless them all for their big soft hearts,
And the brave, brave grins they wear!
God keep me straight as a man can go,
And true as a man may be!
For the sake of the hearts that were always so,
Of the men who had faith in me!
And a ship-side word I would say, you chaps
Of the blood of the Don-t-give-in!
The world will call it a boast, perhaps-
But I-ll win, if a man can win!
And not for gold nor the world-s applause-
Though ways to the end they be-
I-ll win, if a man might win, because
Of the men who believed in me.
The Author's Farewell To The Bushmen
Henry Lawson
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