If They Win To-Night

'Tis the day of our great battle! We must lose or we must win!
Strike for justice! Strike for freedom from the tyranny within,
Not for freedom for our pleasure, but the freedom to do right.
O our country shall be crippled if the Wowsers win to-night.

Twenty years through storm and sunshine we have followed our old drum,
And the mighty work of long years shall be lost for years to come;
Throw the old drum on the dust heap! Put the banners out of sight!
Never face my Western Bushmen if the Wowsers win to-night!

Where we won our old grim battles we are just as sure to win
For the Liberty of Manhood — not the liberty to sin.
Brothers, there's the breath of evil over all that's good and bright.
Hide your heads in shame and sorrow if the Wowsers win to-night!
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