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If you leave the gloom of London and you seek a glowing land, / Where all except the flag is strange and new, / There's a bronzed and stalwart fellow who will grip you by the hand, / And greet you with a welcome warm and true; / For he's your younger brother, the one you sent away, / Because there wasn't room for him at home; / And now he's quite contented, and he's glad he didn't stay, / And he's building Britain's greatness o'er the foam.
When the giant herd is moving at the rising of the sun, / And the prairie is lit with rose and gold; / And the camp is all a-bustle, and the busy day's begun, / He leaps into the saddle sure and bold.