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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=408576" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bonnie New South Wales</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=408576" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It surely cannot be too soon, and never is too late,<br>It tones with all Australia’s tune to praise one’s native State,<br>And so I bring an old refrain from days of posts and rails,<br>And lift the good old words again, for Sunny New South Wales. <br>She bore me on her tented fields, and wore my youth away,<br>And little gold of all she yields repays my toil to-day;<br>By track and camp and bushman’s hut—by streets where courage fails—<br>I’ve sung for all Australia, but my heart’s in New South Wales. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=408576" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The waratah and wattle there in all their glory grow—<br>And if they bloom on hills elsewhere, I’m not supposed to know,<br>The tales that other States may tell—I never hear the tales!<br>For I, her son, have sinned as well as Bonnie New South Wales. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=408576" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I only know her heart is good to sweetheart and to mate,<br>And pregnant with our nationhood from Sunset to the Gate;<br>I only know her sons sail home on every ship that sails,<br>Though round the world ten times they roam from dear old New South Wales.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a></strong></div>