An Australian Advertisement

Henry Lawson, 1890

      We want the man who will lead the van,
      The man who will pioneer.
      We have no use for the gentleman,
      Or the cheating Cheap-Jack here;
      We have no room for the men who shirk
      The sweat of the brow. Condemn
      The men who are frightened to look for work
      And funk when it looks for them.

      We'll honour the man who can't afford
      To wait for a job that suits,
      But sticks a swag on his shoulders broad
      And his feet in blucher boots,
      And tramps away o'er the ridges far
      And over the burning sand
      To look for work where the stations are
      In the lonely Western land.

      He'll brave the drouth and he'll brave the rain,
      And fight his sorrows down,
      And help to garden the inland plain
      And build the inland town;
      And he'll be found in the coming years
      With a heart as firm and stout,
      An honoured man with the pioneers
      Who lead the people out.