The boarder in the bar-room rose, A pale gaunt man who lodged with Hann, 'I bear,' he said, 'the worst of woes, And suffer torments no one knows, For do my best I never can...
Once in a blue eternity they gave us dabs of rum To close the seams 'n' keep the flume in liquor-tight condition; But, soft 'n' sentimental, when the long, cold evenin's come,...
It is thirty moons since I slung me hook From the job at the hay and corn, Took me solemn oath, 'n' I straight forsook All the ways of life, dinkum ways 'n' crook, 'N' the things on which it was good to look...
'I'm off on the wallaby!' cries Old Ben, And his pipe is lit, and his swag is rolled; 'There is nothing here for us old-time men, But up north, I hear, they are on the gold.'...
Out of work and out of money,out of friends that means, you bet, Out of firewood, togs and tucker, out of everything but debt, And I loathe the barren pavements, and the crowds a fellow meets,...
What is meant by active service 'Ere where sin is leakin' loose, 'N' the oldest 'and's as nervis As a dog-bedevilled goose, Has bin writ be every poet What can rhyme it worth a dam,...
In days before the trouble Jo was rated as a slob. He chose to sit in hourly expectation of a job. He'd loop hisself upon a post, for seldom friends had he, A gift of patient waitin' his distinctif quality....
Out of luck, mate? Have a liquor. Hang it, where's the use complaining? Take your fancy, I'm in funds now, I can stand the racket, Dan. Dump your bluey in the corner; camp here for the night, it's raining;...
He came from tumbled country past the humps of Buffalo Where the snow sits on the mountain 'n' the Summer aches below. He'd a silly name like Archie. Squattin' sullen on the ship,...
Men of all the lands Australian from the Gulf to Derwent River, From the Heads of Sydney Harbour to the waters of the West, There's a spirit loudly calling where the saplings dip and quiver,...
A mile-long panto dragon ploddin' 'opeless all the day, Stuffed out with kits, 'n' spiked with rifles, steamin' in its sweat, A-heavin' down the misty road, club-footed through the clay,...
This war's a waste of slurry, and its atmosphere is mud, All is bog from here to sunset. Wadin' through We're the victims of a thicker sort of universal flood, With discomforts that old Noah never knew. ...
I have a trim typewriter now, They tell me none is better; It makes a pleasing, rhythmic row, And neat is every letter. I tick out stories by machine, Dig pars, and gags, and verses keen,...
'Hello! that's the whistle, be moving. Wake up! don't lie muttering there. What language! your style is improving, It's pleasant to hear you at prayer. Turn out, man, and spare us the blessing....
Happy he in whom the honest love of fair endeavour lingers, Who has strength to do his labour, and has pride to do it well, Carve he gems of purest water with an artist's cunning fingers,...
I slung me khaki suit to-day. Civilian now front heel to chin I 'op round on a single shin; At home in peace I'm bound to stay. 'N' so they've took me duds away. It 'urt like strippin' off me skin!...
Here in the flamin' thick of thick of things, With Death across the way, 'n' traps What little Fritz the German flings Explodin' in yer lunch pe'aps, It ain't all glory for a bloke',...
Simson settled in the timber when his arm was strong and true, And his form was straight and limber; and he wrought the long day through In a struggle, single-handed, and the trees fell slowly back,...
Ben Unger's wife was dark and small, With little, round, black eyes; Ben Unger started at her call, For Ben had been made wise. No dirge could crush his spirit but The one by Annie sung;...
Hauled I was from out the tip Fritz made with his demonstration, All broke up, a fractured hip In me Darby Kell a rip Settn' up a cool sensation Like excessive ventilation ...