CHEER UP LADS.
The following lines – written for the occasion – were sung at a grand vocal and instrumental concert in aid of the distressed Lancashire operatives, at Ipswich in Queensland, on the 2nd September:-
Cheer up, lads, there’s no need for repining,
The cry of your distress is heard far away
Where a bright summer sun is ever up and shining,
And the hearts of the people are merry all and gay;
Then cheer up, lads, don’t be down-hearted,
Put away your grief for succour is at hand;
Though from old friends and home you may be parted,
There’s another home as good in this fair Queensland.
Then cheer up, lads, don’t be down-hearted,
Put away your grief for succour is at hand;
Though from old friends and home you may be parted,
There’s another home as good in this fair Queensland.
Cheer up, lads, dry the tears of your witches;
Tell the brave Cheshire boys to hold up their heads;
We offer you a home, and for your labour riches,
In a country where no poor man ever wanted bread.
Cheer up, lads, let the Yankees go on fighting,
Crowd into our ships, and come across the wave;
Leave to the North and South the cause of freedom’s righting,
And come to a land that has never known a slave.
Then cheer up, lads, &c.
Cheer up, lads, in Queensland arms are open,
And steady work awaiting your labour that is fit;
The little help we send you, it is but a token
How our broad smiling acres “con help you a bit.”
Then dry up the weeping eye, heed no more the ringing,
Dread no more the silence of the factory bell;
Come to Queensland, and your children shall be singing
To poverty and hunger a long and last farewell.
Then cheer up, lads, &c.