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"

Golden Days Of Ballarat by Nathan F. Spielvogel

In Fifty-one a tale was told
In many a town of Europe old,
Of a new-found pasture sown with gold.
(Ho, Ho, have ye heard of Ballarat?)

Come, bid farewell and sail away,
Sail and sail for a hundred day,
Across the sea to Hobson's Bay,
Away and away to Ballarat.

From Devon downs and Swansea mines,
From Ireland green and Scotia's pines,
From Prussian plains and France's vines,
(Away and away to Ballarat.)

From Swiss snow hills and Russian duns,
American lads and fair, fierce Huns,
The world sent out her hardiest sons
To the golden fields of Ballarat.

Then quirk to work with pick and spade,
Ye must be men in this bold brigade,
Ye must he men if ye wish to raid
The flowers that bloom on Ballarat.

Ten thousand bees on the honeycomb ground,
Seeking the honey in shaft and mound,
Richest of honey that ever was found!
Ho! Ho! for the honey of Ballarat.

Puddle and wash till fit to drop,
On Bakery Hill and Jeweller's Shop,
Cradle and pan! no stay! no stop!
Ye must toil to win on Ballarat.

It's gold, red-gold for an emp'ror's crown,
While the sweet, clear Leigh is tainted brown,
As it winds along through Canvastown,
In the golden days of Ballarat,

Then rest at night by camp fire's gleam,
'Neath spreading gums lie low and dream.
The blackbird sings, the seagulls scream,
Far, far away in Ballarat.

Back to his homeland far away,
Back to his mother old and grey,
Back to a lass he will wed some day,
(Ah! Golden dreams of Ballarat!)

Go! seek the men who found the gold,
Find them tottering, weak and old,
Some of them! Some! The rest lie cold,
Cold and still ill ballaa-rat.*

Beautiful city of Ballarat I
From Wendouree to Canadian flat,
THESE are the men who built all that;
Peace to you, fathers of Ballarat!

*NOTE.--Ballaa-rat in aboriginal language means "resting place." Here used to mean "graves."


This poem is in 'The Eureka Affair' by Nathan F. Spielvogel, published in Ballarat in 1928 by J.Frazer & Son.