Farewell To The Bushmen - by Henry Lawson

Some carry their swags in the Great North-west,
  Where the bravest battle and die,
And a few have gone to their last long rest,
  And a few have said "Good-bye!"
The Coast grows dim, and it may be long
  Ere the Gums again I see;
So I put my soul in a farewell song
  To the chaps who barracked for me.

Their days are hard at the best of times,
  And their dreams are dreams of care--
God bless them all for their big soft hearts,
  And the brave, brave grins they wear!
God keep me straight as a man can go,
  And true as a man may be,
For the sake of the hearts that were always so,
  Of the men who had faith in me!

And a ship-side word I would say, you chaps
  Of the blood of the Don't-give-in!
The world will call it a boast, perhaps--
  But I'll win, if a man can win!
And not for gold or the world's applause--
  Though ways to an end they be--
I'll win, if a man might win, because
  Of the men who believe in me.