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Here men with manly vigour wrought Just fifty years ago. Here Freedom-loving toilers fought, Here thirty were laid low. Here men who loved not Order less, But hated Thraldom more, Vowed the foul tyranny should cease That galled their manhood sore. They fought, they fell, for Liberty, With faces to the foe. They fought, they fell, for you, for me, Those diggers long ago. And from the womb of dire defeat, Sprang laws for Freedom's gain, For the doom which patriot martyrs meet Is never met in vain. And we inherit from that fight Those things for which they bled; And all too lightly hold the right, Denied Eureka's dead. |
