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.