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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344064" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sunny New South Wales</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We often hear men boast about the land which gave them birth,<br> And each one thinks his native land the fairest spot on earth;<br> In beauty, riches, power, no land can his surpass;<br> To his, all other lands on earth cannot even hold a glass.<br> Now, if other people have their boasts, then, say, why should not we,<br> For we can drink our jovial toast and sing with three times three;<br> For there's not a country in the world where all that's fair prevails<br> As here it does in this our land, our sunny New South Wales.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">   Chorus</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then toast with me our happy land,<br> Where all that's fair prevails,<br> Our colour's blue and our hearts are true,<br> In sunny New South Wales.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Now let us take a passing glance at all that we possess.<br> That ours is such a wealthy land no stranger e'er would guess.<br> Why, we've land in store, indeed far more than ever we shall require,<br> And trees grow thick on every side in spite of axe and fire.<br> Our sheep and cattle millions count, our wool is classed A1;<br> In beef and mutton our fair land is not to be outdone.<br> Why, we've lately seen old England, who boasts her stock ne'er fails,<br> Has had to send for wholsome meat preserved in New South Wales.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Chorus: Then toast with me, &c.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In childhood California was to us a land of gold,<br> And people said its riches were so vast, immense, untold.<br> But time has proved that mineral wealth exists not there alone,<br> For New South Wales possesses gold in many, many a stone.<br> And when the gold is taken from out its quartzy veins<br> A heap of silver, copper, tin, as a residue remains.<br> In fact we are a mass of wealth in all our hills and dales.<br> There's not a country half as rich as sunny New South Wales.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Chorus: Then toast with me, &c.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Our climate's good, that all admit, our flowers are sweet and rare;<br> And scenes abound on every hand so marvellously fair.<br> Shame on the men who went away and of us wrote such lies.<br> Why, when Anthony Trollope came out here he nearly lost his eyes.<br> Our native girls are fair and good, their hearts are pure and true;<br> And to their colour stick like bricks, the bright Australian blue.<br> Some never loved a roving life, nor blest the ocean's gales;<br> But they bless the breeze that blew them to a life in New South Wales.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Barton+Paterson">Andrew Barton Paterson</a><div class=q>
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 In beauty, riches, power, no land can his surpass;
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