Exporter Comrades

Radio Record, Volume III, Issue 33, 28 February 1930, Page 3

Exporter Comrades

Once more we meet together in this, our "Annual," friends, Remain we still united by virtue of our pens, A happy band of women, of men a stalwart breed, Who labour that the country may meet the city’s need. The towns could never hold us, for we are freedom’s spawn, To pastures wide and verdant, and windy hilltops born. ’Tis ours in rain or sunshine, from dawn till dark to toil, The flocks and herds to care for; ’tis ours to till the soil. But tho’ our fasks-be heavy, and tho’ our days be long, We're recompensed by nature with bodies lithe and strong, And in wide sunlit spaces, in outdoor life and free, ‘ And sturdy independence we revel mightily,