Better a shred of a deep-dyed rag from the storms of the olden time.
From grander clouds in our "peaceful skies" than ever were there before
I tell you the Star of the South shall rise–in the lurid clouds of war....
All creeds and trades will have soldiers there–give every class its due–
And there will be many a clerk to spare for the pride of the jackeroo....
But, oh! if the cavalry charge again as they did when the world was wide,
'Twill be grand in the ranks of a thousand men in that glorious race to ride
And strike for all that is true and strong, for all that is grand and brave,
And all that ever shall be, so long as man has a soul to save.
Henry Lawson.