eurekaSydney
An Australia guided by the spirit of the Eureka Tradition as symbolised by the diggers' flag and oath:
"We swear by the Southern Cross to stand truly by each other and fight to defend our rights and liberties"

Reveille by Marie E.J.Pitt

Up! comrades, up! the night has flown,
The dawn breaks dim and grey!
The bugle-call of strife has blown!
Arm! Arm you for the fray!
O'er hills which man's injustice smote,
The People's hymn we'll raise,
Shout, every throat a major note,
Australia's Marseillaise!

They call our creed a rebel creed,
Our flag a rebel flag,
Who scrawl the autograph of greed
On every wave-worn crag;
Who sow in furrows of their greed
A heritage of scorn,
And binds the bonds of bitter need
Our peoples yet unborn;

Who ruthless weave the fateful coil
That binds the bonds of hate
Lean harlotry of hopeless toil,
Fat harlotry of State,
Who sow in furrows of their hate
Twin thorns that never fail,
The gilded theives in Church and State,
The squalid thieves in gaol.

They call our flag a rebel flag,
Our creed a rebel creed,
Who scrawl on every wave-worn crag
The autograph of greed.
O'er hills which man's injustice smote,
The People's hymn we'll raise:
Shout! every throat a major note,
Australia's Marseillaise!

Notes

This poem was published most recently in "The Turning Wave" compiled and edited by Colleen Z Burke and Vincent Woods