Emigration and Free Settlers view 4



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GATHERINGS FROM THE GUMTREES
Michael Kilgour Beveridge
1863 Melbourne
Tune: Jeannot & Jeannette

SITE SOURCE: GOLD, EMIGRATION AND FREE SELECTION

The Emigrant’s Song

We are going far away – far away from England’s shore,
And the friends we see around us now, we never may see more;
But our hearts will be in England, wherever we may roam
And the land we leave behind us now, we still will call our home.

Perchance beyond the ocean, when we’ve safely passed the storm,
At the hands of good kind people, we might find a welcome warm,
For ’tis British blood that flows there, and ’tis British skill which sways,
Which will remind us of the good old land, in a hundred modern ways.

When we rise over swelling waters, it’s on England’s wave we ride
We’ve a British keel beneath us, and Britain’s on our side
And when our course is run, and we’re just half way round the world,
‘Tis the flag of good old England which we shall see unfurled.

We are going far away – far away from England’s shore,
When the land is far behind us, we shall love it more and more,
Full of life, but more of sorrow, we hasten on our track,
But we see the golden days in store, the day when we come back.