Every building has a floor, every nation has a past Each person has a journey, each direction has a path Every people has a champion, a patriot, a fight So we raise a glass for the liberties that we enjoy this night Well the miners had protested, petitioned and complained But the government fell deaf, and the taxes had remained And there comes a time for all men, when submission is a sin So the fires started burning and the licenses went in The battle it was lost, but for workers and the future, the victory was won. Sing hae, o'hae for the rebel's song And raise a glass for those long gone High up on the hill, the band of rebels grew The diggers gathered arms and the Southern Cross it flew They built a fortress barricade a wall of their defiance And as the sun rose in the morning, they waited there in silence The redcoats and their muskets charged the rebel hold A bitter battle raged, and the diggers they were bold And at the last drop of blood, the banner it came down For freedom and for justice won on that bloody ground The battle is was lost, but for workers and the future, the victory was won. Sing hae, o'hae for the rebel's song And raise a glass for those long goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
