When Ironbark the turtle came to Anthony's lagoon The hills were hid behind a mist of equinoctal rain, The ripple of the rivulets was like a cheerful tune...
"Will you love me, sweet, when my hair is grey And my cheeks shall have lost their hue? When the charms of youth shall have passed away Will your love as of old prove true? ...
Oh, the new-chum went to the backblock run, But he should have gone there last week. He tramped ten miles with a loaded gun, But of turkey of duck saw never a one, For he should have been there last week,...
"He ought to be home," said the old man, "without there's something amiss. He only went to the Two-mile, he ought to be back by this. He would ride the Reckless filly, he would have his willful way;...
The opening of the railway line' The Governor and all, With flags and banners down the street, A banquet and a ball, Hark to them at the station now ! They're raising cheer on cheer,...
I've had all sorts of luck, sometimes bad, sometimes better, But now I have somebody's luck and my own, For I stooped in the street and I picked up a letter, Which some one had written to send away home. ...
Said the soldier to the Surgeon, "I've got noises in me head And a kind o' filled up feeling after every time I'm fed; I can sleep all night on picket, but I can't sleep in my bed". And the Surgeon said,...
All you on emigration bent, With home and England discontent, Come, listen to my sad lament, All about the bush of Australia. I once possessed a thousand pounds. Thinks I'how very grand it sounds...
Did you ever hear tell of Chili? I was readin' the other day Of President Balmaceda and of how he was sent away. It seems that he didn't suit 'em, they thought that they'd like a change,...
Now 'urry, Mrs New South Wales, and come along of us, We're all a-goin' ridin' in the Federation 'bus. A fam'ly party, don't you know, yes, Queenslans's comin', too,...
"You led the trump," the old man said With fury in his eye, "And yet you hope my girl to wed! Young man! your hopes of love are fled, 'Twere better she should die! ...
We're away! and the wind whistles shrewd In our whiskers and teeth; And the granite-like grey of the road Seems to slide underneath. As an eagle might sweep through the sky,...
A club there is established here, whose name they say is Legion From Melbourne to the Billabong, they're known in every region. They do not like the cockatoos, but mostly stick to stations,...
I had spent the night in the watch-house, My head was the size of three, So I went and asked the chemist To fix up a drink for me; And he brewed it from various bottles With soda and plenty of ice,...
The Honorable Ardleigh Wyse Was every fisherman's despair; He caught his fish on floating flies, In fact he caught them in the air, And wet-fly men, good sports, perhaps,...