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Men came for our gold, young with spirits bold
Their dreams a flash in the pain
'Make your fortune', so they were told
'It will make you a man'

But diggers must pay
And still have no say
A stand to be made
They swore an oath to the...Stockade

They came from the cold,
from where meadows rolled
To red dust and despair
Crooked justice ran through the fold
And emotions lay bare

The Southern Cross sewn
Defiantly flown
To siege it was laid
They rallied within the... Stockade

Not three hours old in the Sabbath's hold
Fire storm at the fort
Two and twenty prospectors sold
For far less than they sought
The battle was brief, the rebellion cut down
Its ringleaders charged with sedition
But none of it stuck, 'cept a legacy struck
Of rugged and proud opposition

Stockade

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