Farewell! The gold we send shall be a token
Of that which in our hearts is growing strong;
You asked our sympathy, and we have spoken-
-They wrong us who our brothers rob and wrong.�

Tell Ireland-tell her in her desolation,
That hearts within the South for her have bled-
That scalding tears of helpless indignation
By eyes that read her cruel wrongs are shed.

Helpless no more! but strong to act hereafter,
For silenced arc the -loyal subjects-� sneers-
Too long have Ireland-s wrongs been words of laughter-
Arch-mockery to tickle British ears.

Tell Ireland that they lie of us-they slander,
Who say we care not for another-s wrong;
For we are not the men to kneel and pander
To tyranny, because the tyrant-s strong.

Take back across the waves Australia-s message,
And say our hearts are big, and strong our hands,
Tell Ireland that for her is surest presage
Of fate as fair as of these Southern lands.