When Flo resolved to go to town from brothers three a yell went up, Predicting ruin and distress. Bill in his horror dropped a cup. 'Gorstruth!' he said, 'in Sydney there what is a simple girl to do?...
My hut is built of stringy-bark, the window's calico, The furniture a gin-case, one bush-table, and a bunk; Thick as wheat on my selection does the towering timber grow,...
I'm lyin' in a narrow bed, 'N' starin' at a wall. Where all is white my plastered head Is whitest of it all. My life is jist a whitewashed blank, With flamin' spurts of pain....
I'm stewing in a brick-built town; My coat is quite a stylish cut, And, morn and even, up and down, I travel in a common rut; But as the city sounds recede, In dreamy moods I sometimes see...
He was almost blind, and wasted With the wear of many years; He had laboured, and had tasted Bitter troubles, many cares; But his laugh was loud and ringing, And his flag was on the mast...
"Who'll bid? Who'll bid?" the question rang Where throned Death was calling. I seemed to sense his charnel tang, Mephitic air appalling; And every tick I heard the clang Of his steel hammer falling....
The Viennese authorities have melted down the great bell in St. Stephen's to supply metal for guns or muntions. Every poor village has made a similar gift. - Lokal Anzeiger.
The great men framed the fierce decrees Embroiling State with State; They bit their thumbs across the seas In diplomatic hate; They lit the pyre whose glare and heat Make Hell itself seem cold;...
What price yer humble, Dicko Smith, in gaudy putties girt, With sand-blight in his optics, and much leaner than he started, Round the 'Oly Land cavorting in three- quarters of a shirt,...
Past a dull, grey plain where a world-old grief seems to brood o'er the silent land, When the orb'd moon turns her tense, white face on the ominous waste of sand,...
We are wondering why those fellows who are writing cheerful ditties Of the rosy times out droving, and the dust and death of cities, Do not leave the dreary office, ask a drover for a billet,...
We've a tale to tell you of a spavined emit, A bird with a smile like a crack in a hat, Who was owned by M'Cue, of the township of Whroo, The county of Rodney, his front name was Pat....
I'm wonderin' why those fellers who go buildin' chipper ditties, 'Bout the rosy times out drovin', an' the dust an' death of cities, Don't sling the bloomin' office, strike some drover for a billet,...
A straight old fossicker was Lanky Mann, Who clung to that in spite of friends' advising: A grim and grizzled worshipper of 'pan,' All other arts and industries despising. ...
Just beyond All Alone, going back, Is the humpy of Hatter Magee. We had travelled all day on the track, And he offered us mutton and tea. Mack is rather reserved, but will speak...
I took to khaki at a word, And fashioned dreams of wonder. I rode the great sea like a bird, Chock full of blood and thunder. I saw myself upon the field Of battle, framed in glory,...
I said: 'I leave my bit of land, In khaki they've entwined me, I go abroad to lend a hand.' Said she: 'My love, I understand. I will be true, and though we part A thousand years you hold my heart",...
We were living in a flat; it was number eighty-three. At eighty-four the Barleys lived, a fearsome man was he. He had a wife and numerous kids. We heard then rip and cuss,...
We were storemen, clerks and packers on an ammunition dump Twice the size of Cootamundra, and the goods we had to hump They were bombs as big as water-butts, and cartridges in tons,...