Another one for young Les. A pox on their king and empire! This is more or less what the Bushwackers recorded. I don't know who wrote it - possibly Dobe Newton.

LES DARCY

Roll up ! roll up and see the show, you local blokes let's see you go
A quid for a goer, two bob for a dud, it's a princely pay for sweat and blood

Young Les was keen to have a go, 'now watch him Les - he'll hit you low'
The tent-show boy never saw it coming, Maitland's pride was off and running

Running down to Sydney town, running down to try
Running down to make his name and listen to them cry

Chorus
All I can wish for tonight is to see Les Darcy fight.
How they cheered him, they clapped him and they cheered him
Every Saturday night

So he hung around the stadium door, they let him in to sweep the floor
He saw them spar, the best they'd got, he knew that he could beat the lot
Three rounds to start and then a main, he never swept that floor again
For he beat them all inside the bell, soon he heard the people yell

Chorus

They rolled up in regiments for every fight, they made Les Darcy king for a night
But then he refused to kill in our name, the press they called him a national shame.
He stowed away for the land of the free, he died alone across the sea
In a flag-draped coffin they sent him home, he sat on our guilt like a champion's throne

He was going down to Tennessee, he was going down to die,
If we'd known that we would break your heart, you would have heard Australia cry

Youtube clip

The Australian Folk Songs site has an example of the attacks on Darcy printed in the 'Adelaide Mail' in 1917:

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--Stewie.