Freedom on the Wallaby

Freedom on the Wallaby ( German: "Freedom for the Wallaby " ) is a well known Australian song that Henry Lawson for the shearers ' strike (1891 ) in Queensland wrote. The text was first published by William Lane on May 16, 1891 in the Arbeiter-Zeitung Worker ( German: "workers" ) in Brisbane, the Australian Labour Federation: published ( German "Australian Workers' Association ").

The last two paragraphs wrote Frederick Brentnall on July 1, 1891, a member of the Queensland Legislative Council ( Chamber of Deputies Queensland ), while the so-called Vote of Thanks in the Parliament on the use of armed police to quell the shearers ' strike camps in Barcaldine. During the vote calls were in the Chamber of Deputies after the arrest of Lawson for conspiracy loud. Lawson later wrote a bitter response to the texts of Brentnall as The Vote of Thanks Debate.

The rhyme of the song, the Rebel flag, writes the Eureka Flag, which was first shown at the Eureka Stockade in 1854 and drifted across the strike camp and on the first May Day demonstration in Barcaldine Australia on 1 May 1891.

The song is an era of the construction of Australia, which was characterized by a nearly 50 -year-old prosperity and the first economic crisis of Australia was formed for the end. In this time, the first gold rush and the almost unlimited expansion published by farmland and the successful and promising profit fell sheep farming.

Text

Australia 's a big country An ' Freedom's humping bluey, An ' Freedom 's on the wallaby Oh! do not you hear ' he Cooey? She's just begun to boomerang, She'll knock the tyrants silly, She's goin 'to light another fire And boil another billy. Our fathers toiled for bitter bread While loafers thrived beside 'em, But food to eat and clothes to wear, Their native land denied ' em. An ' So They left Their native land In spite of Their devotion, An ' so They Came, They Stole or if, Were sent across the ocean. Then Freedom could not stand the glare O 'Royalty 's regalia, She left the loafers where theywere, An ' came out to Australia. But now across the mighty main The chains have come ter bind her - She little thought to see again The wrongs she left behind her. Our parents toil'd to make a home - Hard grubbin 'twas an' clearin ' - They was not crowded much with lords Whenthey what pioneering. But now did we have made ​​the land A garden full of promise, Old Greed must crook 'is dirty hand And come ter take it from us. So we must fly a rebel flag, As others did before us, And we must sing a rebel song And join in rebel chorus. We'll make the tyrants feel the sting O ' Those thatthey would throttle; They Need not say the fault is ours If blood stain shoulderstand the wattle!