THE SETTLERS
They left their homeland forever
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From Dorking to Brighton they came
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Sailing the wild seas together
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To a land they knew only by name.
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At Port Phillip Bay they alighted
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A new way of life they did seek
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They walked until Brighton was sighted
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The end of their journey seemed bleak.
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The bush gave them shelter that night
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Strange sounds did lull them to sleep
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Bravely they woke at first light
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From beds made of saplings did creep.
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The timber they cut for their dwelling
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The land they cleared for their crop
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Their visions were slowly unfolding
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As Brighton they helped to develop.
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Their families they grew in their number
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Although many died by the way
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The old folk dreamt in their slumber
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Of a green land from whence they did stray.
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The old settlers have gone long ago
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Their families now carry the load
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To reap what their ancestors did sow
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For their journey along lifes road.
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By Sylvia Boxshall
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