They say that I never have written of love, As a writer of songs should do; They say that I never could touch the strings With a touch that is firm and true; They say I know nothing of women and men...
Roll up, Eureka's heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar, For Lalor's gone to join you in the big camp where you are; Roll up and give him welcome such as only diggers can,...
There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not, On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot. Where the brooding old ridge rises up to the breeze From his dark lonely gullies of stringy-bark trees,...
So I sit and write and ponder, while the house is deaf and dumb, Seeing visions "over yonder" of the war I know must come. In the corner, not a vision, but a sign for coming days...
'Nobody's enemy save his own', (What shall it be in the end?), Still by the nick-name he is known, 'Everyone's Friend.' 'Nobody's Enemy' stands alone While he has money to lend,...
They lie, the men who tell us in a loud decisive tone That want is here a stranger, and that misery's unknown; For where the nearest suburb and the city proper meet...
The short hour's halt is ended, The red gone from the west, The broken wheel is mended, And the dead men laid to rest. Three days have we retreated The brave old Curse-and-Grin,...
Rolling out to fight for England, singing songs across the sea; Rolling North to fight for England, and to fight for you and me. Fighting hard for France and England, where the storms of Death are hurled;...
Sons of Australia, be loyal and true to her, Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross! Sing a loud song to be joyous and new to her, Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross!...
The cross-cut and the crowbar cross, and hang them on the wall, And make a greenhide rack to fit the wedges and the maul, The 'done' long-handled shovel and the thong-bound axe that fell,...
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away like sheep,, They are trav'lers for the most part in a straight 'n' honest path;...
Now, with the wars of the world begun, they'll listen to you and me, Now while the frightened nations run to the arms of democracy, Now, when our blathering fools are scared, and the years have proved us right,...
You may roam the wide seas over, follow, meet, and cross the sun, Sail as far as ships can sail, and travel far as trains can run; You may ride and tramp wherever range or plain or sea expands,...
They cheered him from the wharf, it was a glorious day: His hand went to his scarf, his thoughts were far away. Oh, he was 'Jolly Good', they sang it long and loud,...
Our fathers toiled for bitter bread While idlers thrived beside them; But food to eat and clothes to wear Their native land denied them. They left their native land in spite Of royalties' regalia,...
Australia's a big country An' Freedom's humping bluey, An' Freedom's on the wallaby Oh! don't you hear 'er cooey? She's just begun to boomerang, She'll knock the tyrants silly,...
The Channel fog has lifted, And see where we have come! Round all the world we've drifted, A hundred years from "home". The fields our parents longed for, Ah! we shall ne'er know how,...
The crescent moon and clock tower are fair above the wall Across the smothered lanes of 'Loo, the stifled vice and all, And in the shadow yonder, like cats that wait for scraps,...
A long farewell to Genoa That rises to the skies, Where the barren coast of Italy Like our own coastline lies. A sad farewell to Genoa, And long my heart shall grieve, The only city in the world...
If they missed my face in Farmers' Arms When the landlord lit the lamp, They would grin and say in their country way, 'Oh! he's down at the Gipsy camp!' But they'd read of things in the Daily Mail...