RUBBISH SHOT HEBE! Communists, Fenians, rabble and rout, Lo! whftre the glad sun of liberty shines, Tagrag and bobtail, aye, send tketu all out; Where labour ennobles and freedom refineß, Dynamite, pctreleuse, sans cullotes, fiends, Where the pulse of a people is throbbing with life, Cut-throats, informers, infernal machines— And high aspirations, far away from the strife, Like weeds from a garden, that grow rank and dense, The plagues and the vices, the bloodshed and crimes, Pull them out, throw them over your next neighbour's That have darkened your lands through all age 3 and fence, times, Like thistle-down blown in the wind far and near, Will you scatter the seeds of your plagues far and near ? For think that our motto is, " Rubbish Shot Here!" Will you blast our bright future with "Eubbish Shot Here?" Lo! when we send you our corn and our oil, Our wool and our gold, and the fruits of onr toil, Are we not free from the vermin that crawls The sheep of our pastures, the pick of our herds, In your festering citie3 and mouldering walls P Our brotherly greetings, affectionate words, Have we not won, o'er the far-sweeping tide, From a land yet unstained by oppression and wrong, A. land that is fair as the face of a brido ? From hands that are free from the chain and the Have we not come from the grief and the gloom, thon^, To a land of bright suns and perpetual bloom ? Where the Spectre of Want never chills us with fear, Where the bright flag of freedom undaunted we rear, Do you think to reward us with " Rubbish. Shot Here ?" Do you think it shall wave over " Rubbish Shot Here ?"

Observer, Volume 6, Issue 154, 25 August 1883, Page 11

RUBBISH SHOT HEBE! Communists, Fenians, rabble and rout, Lo ! whftre the glad sun of liberty shines, Tagrag and bobtail, aye, send tketu all out ; Where labour ennobles and freedom refineß, Dynamite, pctreleuse, sans cullotes, fiends, Where the pulse of a people is throbbing with life, Cut-throats, informers, infernal machines — And high aspirations, far away from the strife, Like weeds from a garden, that grow rank and dense, The plagues and the vices, the bloodshed and crimes, Pull them out, throw them over your next neighbour's That have darkened your lands through all age 3 and fence, times, Like thistle-down blown in the wind far and near, Will you scatter the seeds of your plagues far and near ? For think that our motto is, " Rubbish Shot Here !" Will you blast our bright future with "Eubbish Shot Here?" Lo ! when we send you our corn and our oil, Our wool and our gold, and the fruits of onr toil, Are we not free from the vermin that crawls The sheep of our pastures, the pick of our herds, In your festering citie3 and mouldering walls P Our brotherly greetings, affectionate words, Have we not won, o'er the far-sweeping tide, From a land yet unstained by oppression and wrong, A. land that is fair as the face of a brido ? From hands that are free from the chain and the Have we not come from the grief and the gloom, thon^, To a land of bright suns and perpetual bloom ? Where the Spectre of Want never chills us with fear, Where the bright flag of freedom undaunted we rear, Do you think to reward us with " Rubbish. Shot Here ?" Do you think it shall wave over " Rubbish Shot Here ?"