Cobbers

In an address to the Anglican Synod, Archbishop Lees said that Fitzroy had a right not only to the monetary help of Toorak, but to its hand and heart.

Give us yer 'art an' 'and, ole sport!
    We are feller men, all right;
If I didn't soil my 'ands with toil
    Yours wouldn't be so white.
There is things, per'aps, I owe to you;
    And there's things you owe to me;
An' we both should pay the debt
    that's due—
A bit uv sympathy.

There's rows we've 'ad, there's things
    we've said
    In the 'ot an' angry past;
But let's ferget that fuss an' fret;
    An' be good pals at last.
There's a real good 'uman Bish come
    out
    'Oo sizes up us folks,
An' 'e's nothin' loth to see in both
    Of us just 'uman blokes.

Per'aps your dad was a workin' man;
    My son might be a toff;
So where's the use in cuttin' loose
    With swank an' showin' off?
So it ain't no use to sling us dough
    An' reckon you've done well;
For the 'aughty look sends us dead
    crook,
An' patronage is 'ell!

So, give us yer 'art an' 'and, ole sport,
    Fergettin' quids an' rank.
We're Aussies both of a recent growth,
    An' there ain't no call to swank.
In the past, it's true, I've shouted you,
    An' scorned you, I'll allow;
But let the Bish'av'e 'is fond wish,
    An' let's be cobbers now.