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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344191" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>We're All Australians Now</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Australia takes her pen in hand<br>To write a line to you,<br>To let you fellows understand<br>How proud we are of you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From shearing shed and cattle run,<br>From Broome to Hobson's Bay,<br>Each native-born Australian son<br>Stands straighter up today.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The man who used to 'hump his drum',<br>On far-out Queensland runs<br>Is fighting side by side with some<br>Tasmanian farmer's sons.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fisher-boys dropped sail and oar<br>To grimly stand the test,<br>Along that storm-swept Turkish shore,<br>With miners from the west.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old state jealousies of yore<br>Are dead as Pharaoh's sow,<br>We're not State children any more,<br>We're all Australians now!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our six-starred flag that used to fly<br>Half-shyly to the breeze,<br>Unknown where older nations ply<br>Their trade on foreign seas,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flies out to meet the morning blue<br>With Vict'ry at the prow;<br>For that's the flag the Sydney flew,<br>The wide seas know it now!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mettle that a race can show<br>Is proved with shot and steel,<br>And now we know what nations know<br>And feel what nations feel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The honoured graves beneath the crest<br>Of Gaba Tepe hill<br>May hold our bravest and our best,<br>But we have brave men still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With all our petty quarrels done,<br>Dissensions overthrown,<br>We have, through what you boys have done,<br>A history of our own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our old world diff'rences are dead,<br>Like weeds beneath the plough,<br>For English, Scotch, and Irish-bred,<br>They're all Australians now!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So now we'll toast the Third Brigade<br>That led Australia's van,<br>For never shall their glory fade<br>In minds Australian.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fight on, fight on, unflinchingly,<br>Till right and justice reign.<br>Fight on, fight on, till Victory<br>Shall send you home again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And with Australia's flag shall fly<br>A spray of wattle-bough<br>To symbolise our unity,<br>We're all Australians now.</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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To write a line to you,
To let you fellows understand
How proud we are of you.

From shearing shed and cattle run,
From Broome to Hobson's Bay,
Each native-born Australian son
Stands straighter up today.

The man wh..."></div>
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