Blood Stains the Wattle by Kieran Wicks

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BLOOD STAINS THE WATTLE

By 1851 the word had rung out

There’s gold in dem dere hills in the land of the south

There’s many an old knight of the pick and spade

Lest we forget the eureka stockade

So we must fly a rebel flag

As others have before us

And we must sing a rebel song

And sing in rebel chorus

Scobie’s death and Bentley’s fire was the last straw

The man wanted his piece, so there’s bound to be war

Enough is enough, we’ve had it up to the hilt

10,000 rabble roared on Bakery Hill

So we must fly a rebel flag

As others have before us

And we must sing a rebel song

And sing in rebel chorus

Blood stains the wattle

We’ll sing our rebel song

Blood stains the wattle

Their memory won’t be forgot

Those diggers who took up arms

Underneath our Southern Cross

The 3^rd of December 1854

The troopers stormed the stockade of Eureka at dawn

A story of sedition, a slaughter, a war

Corruption and oppression, tyrants at the door

So we must fly a rebel flag

As others have before us

And we must sing a rebel song

And sing in rebel chorus

Blood stains the wattle

We’ll sing our rebel song

Blood stains the wattle

Their memory won’t be forgot

Those diggers who took up arms

Underneath our Southern Cross

A victory won by a battle lost for the cause

The wars, the wars

A battle lost for the cause

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