The Author's Farewell to the Bushmen

Henry Lawson, 1900

      Some carry their swags in the Great North-West
             Where the bravest battle and die,
      And a few have gone to their last long rest,
             And a few have said "Good-bye!"
      The coast grows dim, and it may be long
             Ere the Gums again I see;
      So I put my soul in a farewell song
             To the chaps who barracked for me.

      Their days are hard at the best of times,
             And their dreams are dreams of care —
      God bless them all for their big soft hearts,
             And the brave, brave grins they wear!
      God keep me straight as a man can go,
             And true as a man may be!
      For the sake of the hearts that were always so,
             Of the men who had faith in me!

      And a ship-side word I would say, you chaps
             Of the blood of the Don't-give-in!
      The world will call it a boast, perhaps —
             But I'll win, if a man can win!
      And not for gold nor the world's applause —
             Though ways to the end they be —
      I'll win, if a man might win, because
             Of the men who believed in me.