They stood by the door of the Inn on the Rise; May Carney looked up in the bushranger's eyes: `Oh! why did you come?, it was mad of you, Jack; You know that the troopers are out on your track.'...
He never drew a sword to fight a dozen foes alone, Nor gave a life to save a life no better than his own. He lived because he had been born, the hero of my song,...
Where shall we go for prophecy? Where shall we go for proof? The holiday street is crowded, pavement, window and roof; Band and banner pass by us, and the old tunes rise and fall,...
Macquarie the shearer had met with an accident. To tell the truth, he had been in a drunken row at a wayside shanty, from which he had escaped with three fractured ribs, a cracked head, and various minor abrasions. His dog, Tal...
Oh, for the fire that used to glow In those my days of old! I never thought a man could grow So callous and so cold. Ah, for the heart that used to ache For those in sorrow's ways;...
I was welcome in a palace when the ball was at my feet, I was petted in a garden and my triumph was complete. But for me above the alleys there forever shone a star,...
I listened through the music and the sounds of revelry, And all the hollow noises of that year of Jubilee; I heard beyond the music and beyond the local cheer,...
Sing the strong, proud song of Labour, Toss the ringing music high; Liberty's a nearer neighbour Than she was in days gone by. Workmen's weary wives and daughters Sing the songs of liberty;...
Some carry their swags in the Great North-West, Where the bravest battle and die, And a few have gone to their last long rest, And a few have said: Good-bye! The coast grows dim, and it may be long...
Two little girls aged six and nine, the daughters of a lengthsman on the railway at Walloon, near Ipswich, Queensland, were sent on an errand by their parents and it is supposed they were attracted by some water-lilies in a poo...
Ye children of the Land of Gold, I sing a song to you, And if the jokes are somewhat old, The main idea is new. So be it sung, by hut and tent, Where tall the native grows;...
Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his stock-horse bears him, And light of heart is he,...
A son of elder sons I am, Whose boyhood days were cramped and scant, Through ages of domestic sham And family lies and family cant. Come, elder brothers mine, and bring...
A Rouseabout of rouseabouts, from any land, or none, I bear a nick-name of the bush, and I'm, a woman's son; I came from where I camp'd last night, and, at the day-dawn glow,...
He longed to be a Back-Blocks Bard, And fame he wished to win, He wrote at night and studied hard (He read The Bulletin); He sent in 'stuff' unceasingly, But couldn't get it through;...
The camp of high-class spielers, Who sneered in summer dress, And doo-dah dilettante, And scornful 'venuses', House agents, and storekeepers, All eager they to 'bleed', The bards who tackled Manly,...
So, sit you down in a straight-backed chair, with your pipe and your wife content, And cross your knees with your wisest air, and preach of the 'days mis-spent;'...
A fresh sweet-scented beauty Came tripping down the street; She was as fair a vision As you might chance to meet. A masher raised his cady (I don't want to be rude) He raised it to the lady,...
He shall live to the end of this mad old world, he has lived since the world began, He never has done any good for himself, but was good to every man....
An' SO 'e's dead in London, An' answered to the call, An' trotted through the Long Street, With 'earse an' plumes an' all? We was village boys an' brothers, We was warm as we could be,...