Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis - Ballarat lyrics

The digger's cultured daughter: Her youth was wildly free. Now by the placid water Of tree-girt Wendouree She walks, a gracious lady, Where sculptured beauty gleams By verdant paths and shady, And dreams her golden dreams. Her father was a digger, Bearded and blunt and crude, His hand quick to the trigger Should tyranny intrude. With lifts of sudden riches He heaped his hoyden la**, Whose flowering new bewitches With beauty all who pa**. For she has sown her gardens To hide the scars of greed, And, where the old dump hardens, Springs many a fruitful seed. And, as she gathers graces In loveliness to last, Serenity replaces A turbulence long past. Her father was a miner, Great in his day and age; But here to ideals finer She shapes her heritage. Until it spreads in glamor, A wonder to behold Of peace come after clamor, Of grace that followed gold.