A race extinct. The last Tasmanian dead.
Apostrophe.
Where are thy dark sons, Tasmania, Tasmania?
Where are the lords who once swayed o’er thy shore?
Gone to their fathers; Oh! weep ye, Tasmania,
Weep for the race thou shalt see never more.
Weep for the race on thy fair bosom nourished,
Tutored by nature, untrammeled, so free;
Kings of thy green hills and valleys they flourished,
Kings who now sleep in their graves by the sea.