FAREWELL! The gold we send shall be a token
Of that which in our hearts is growing strong;
You asked our sympathy, and we have spoken
They wrong us who our brothers rob and wrong.
Tell Irelandtell her in her desolation,
That hearts within the South for her have bled
That scalding tears of helpless indignation
By eyes that read her cruel wrongs are shed.
Helpless no more! but strong to act hereafter,
For silenced arc the loyal subjects sneers
Too long have Irelands wrongs been words of laughter
Arch-mockery to tickle British ears.
Tell Ireland that they lie of usthey slander,
Who say we care not for anothers wrong;
For we are not the men to kneel and pander
To tyranny, because the tyrants strong.
Take back across the waves Australias message,
And say our hearts are big, and strong our hands,
Tell Ireland that for her is surest presage
Of fate as fair as of these Southern lands.
