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The London lights are far abeam / Behind a bank of cloud, / Along the shore the gaslights gleam, / The gale is piping loud; / And down the Channel, groping blind, / We drive her through the haze / Towards the land we left behind -- / The good old land of 'never mind', / And old Australian ways.
The narrow ways of English folk / Are not for such as we; / They bear the long-accustomed yoke / Of staid conservancy: / But all our roads are new and strange, / And through our blood there runs / The vagabonding love of change / That drove us westward of the range / And westward of the suns.