It is well when you've lived in clover, To mourn for the days gone by, Would I live the same life over Could I live again? Not I! But, knowing the false from the real, I would strive to ascend:...
'Tis glorious morning everywhere Save where the alleys lie, I see the fleecy steam jets bid 'Good morning' to the sky. The gullies of the waratah Are near, with fall and pool,...
She's milking in the rain and dark, As did her mother in the past. The wretched shed of poles and bark, Rent by the wind, is leaking fast. She sees the 'home-roof' black and low,...
Lo! the Boar's tail is salted, and the Kangaroo's exalted, And his right eye is extinguished by a man-o'-warsman's cap; He is flying round the fences where the Southern Sea commences,...
So you've seen at last what we have seen so long through scalding tears: You have found what we, the People, we have known for twenty years: And Australia's hymn is swelling till the furthest fence-wires hum,...
A tall, slight, English gentleman, With an eyeglass to his eye; He mostly says 'Good-Bai' to you, When he means to say 'Good-bye'; He shakes hands like a ladies' man, For all the world to see,...
As it was in the beginning, so we'll find it in the end, For a lover, or a brother, or a sweetheart, or a friend; As it was in the beginning, so we'll find it by-and-bye,...
Man, is the Sea your master? Sea, and is man your slave?, This is the song of brave men who never know they are brave: Ceaselessly watching to save you, stranger from foreign lands,...
Fear ye not the stormy future, for the Battle Hymn is strong, And the armies of Australia shall not march without a song; The glorious words and music of Australia's song shall come...
While you use your best endeavour to immortalise in verse The gambling and the drink which are your country's greatest curse, While you glorify the bully and take the spieler's part,...
It is New Year's Day and I rise to state that here on the Sydney side The Bards have commenced to fill out of late and they're showing their binjies with pride...
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,...
Wide solemn eyes that question me, Wee hand that pats my head, Where only two have stroked before, And both of them are dead. 'Ah, poo-ah Daddy mine,' she says, With wondrous sympathy,...
Blacksoil plains were grey soil, grey soil in the drought. Fifteen years away, and five hundred miles out; Swag and bag and billy carried all our care Before we were married, and I wish that I were there. ...
Ben Boyd's Tower is watching, Watching o'er the sea; Ben Boyd's Tower is waiting For her and me. We do not know the day, We do not know the hour, But we know that we shall meet...
Jack Denver died on Talbragar when Christmas Eve began, And there was sorrow round the place, for Denver was a man; Jack Denver's wife bowed down her head, her daughter's grief was wild,...
Bill and Jim are mates no longer, they would scorn the name of mate, Those two bushmen hate each other with a soul-consuming hate; Yet erstwhile they were as brothers should be (tho' they never will):...
Queensland,' he heads his letters, that's all: The date, and the month, and the year in brief; He often sends me a cheerful scrawl, With an undertone of ancient grief....
Long Bill, the captain of the push, was tired of his estate, And wished to change his life and win the love of something 'straight'; 'Twas rumour'd that the Gory B.'s had heard Long Bill declare...