of the hoofs � to the risk of a death by drowning to the risk of a death by � to the men of a million acres to the sons of the golden south to the sons of the golden south stand up i 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 i to the smoke of a hundred to the sheep on a thousand hills the native born to the sun that never to the rain that never � to the land of the waiting spring time to our five meal meat fed men to the tall deep 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 where the quick cloud shadows trail to our neighbour s barn in the and the line of the new cut rail to the plough in her league long with the gray lake behind � to the weight of a half year s winter and the warm wet western wind to the home of the floods and thunder to her pale dry healing blue � to the lift of the great cape and the smell of the baked to the growl of the stamp to the and the water gold to the last and the largest empire to the map that is half the native born to our dear dark foster mothers to the heathen songs they sung � to the heathen speech we ere we came to the white man s tongue to the cool of our deep � to the blaze of our main to the night to the palms in the moonlight and the fire fly in the cane i to the hearth of our people s people � to her well windy sea to the hush of our dread high altar where the abbey makes us we to the of the slow ground ages to the gain that is yours and mine � to the bank of the open credit to the power house of the line i we ve drunk to the queen � god bless her � we ve drunk to our mothers land we ve drunk to our english brother and we hope he ll understand we ve drunk as much as we re able and the cross low for the last toast � and your foot on the table � a health to the native born i a health to the native born stand up we re six white men all bound to sing o the little things we care about the native born all bound to fight for the little things we care about with the weight of a six fold blow by the might of our cable tow take hands from the to the horn all round the world and a little to pull it by all round the world and a little to it a health to the native born the king farewell romance the cave men said with bone well carved he went away flint arms the and tips the spear to day changed are the gods of hunt and dance and he with these farewell romance farewell romance the lake folk sighed we lift the weight of years the of the mountain side hold him who our lost hills whereby we dare not dwell guard ye his rest romance farewell farewell romance the soldier spoke by of sword we may not win but mid smoke of and honour is lost and none may tell who paid good blows romance farewell i � farewell romance the cried our ha lain with every sea the king the dull returning wind and tide heave up the wharf where we would be the known and noted breezes swell our sail romance farewell good bye romance the said he vanished with the coal we burn our dial marks full steam ahead our speed is timed to half a turn sure as the we port and port romance good bye i� romance the season tickets mourn he never ran to catch his train but passed with coach and guard and and left the local � late again confound romance and all unseen romance brought up the nine fifteen his hand was on the laid his oil can soothed the worrying his whistle the grade his fog horn cut the banks by dock and deep and mine and mill the boy god reckless still crowned and he his spell where heart blood beat or hearth smoke curled with miracle in a backward gazing world then taught his chosen bard to say our king was with us � yesterday � the rhyme of the three away by the lands of the where the paper glow and the of all the shipping drink in the house of blood street joe at twilight when the breeze brings up the harbour noise and ebb of bay chattering through the in s dining rooms they tell the tale anew of a hidden sea and a hidden fight when the ran from the northern light and the fought the two now this is the law of the that he proves with shot and steel when ye come by his in the smoky sea ye must not take the seal where the gray sea goes between the shelves and the little blue fox he is bred for his skin and the seal they breed for themselves the rhyme of the three for when the seek the shore to drop their the great man seal haul out of the sea a roaring band by band and when the first september 