Song for Youth
To the tune of Advance Australia Fair:
Australians all commiserate
A nation duped are we
The liberty of which we prate,
Vanishes rapidly.
The sunburnt land that once was ours,
The foreigner now owns;
The alien usurer now devours
Our flesh and grinds our bones.
With streaming eyes, and woeful sighs,
Lament ye, and despair!
See Mammon's cynic minions sit,
High officers of State
For honour they care not a whit,
All patriots they hate.
Betrayal and deceit their trade,
Things noble they abhor,
Justice's sword with shattered blade.
Alas, can strike no more.
The traitor-knaves have dug our graves,
Lament ye, and despair!
No more! Ye patriots, weep no more,
Cast ye despair aside!
Our ancient valour we'll restore
Our spirit has not died.
Resurgent, high our banners raise,
Our craven foes will free'
Then nobler ways and better days
Shall crown our victory.
Triumphant shout, foes put to rout,
ADVANCE AUSTRALIA FAIR
Frank Baynes
May 2010
