Here you will find the Poem Old Botany Bay of poet Dame Mary Gilmore
"I'm old Botany Bay; stiff in the joints, little to say. I am he who paved the way, that you might walk at your ease to-day; I was the conscript sent to hell to make in the desert the living well; I bore the heat, I blazed the track- furrowed and bloody upon my back. I split the rock; I felled the tree: The nation was- Because of me! Old Botany Bay Taking the sun from day to day... shame on the mouth that would deny the knotted hands that set us high!