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We've drunk to the Queen -- God bless her! -- / We've drunk to our mothers' land; / We've drunk to our English brother / (But he does not understand); / We've drunk to the wide creation, / And the Cross swings low for the morn; / Last toast, and of obligation, / A health to the Native-born!
They change their skies above them, / But not their hearts that roam! / We learned from our wistful mothers / To call old England "home"; / We read of the English skylark, / Of the spring in the English lanes, / But we screamed with the painted lories / As we rode on the dusty plains!