My Army, O, My Army! and Other Songs by Henry Lawson

THE PRESIDENT to Kingdoms, As in the Days of Old; The King to the Republic, As it had been foretold. They could not read the spelling, They would not hear the call; They would not brook the telling Of Writing on the Wall.

I buy my Peace with Slaughter, With Peace I fashion War; I drown the land with water, With land I build the shore. I walk with Son and Daughter Where Ocean rolled before. I build a town where sea was A tower where tempests roar.