I wish I'd never gone to board In that house where I met The touring lady from abroad, Who mocks my nightmares yet. I wish, I wish that she had saved Her news of what she'd seen,...
'Twas in the felon's dock he stood, his eyes were black and blue; His voice with grief was broken, and his nose was broken, too; He muttered, as that broken nose he wiped upon his cap,...
We learnt the creed at Hungerford, We learnt the creed at Bourke; We learnt it in the good times And learnt it out of work. We learnt it by the harbour-side And on the billabong:...
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...
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,...
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,...
They were 'ratty' they were hooted by the meanest and the least, When they woke the Drum of Glory long ago in London East. They were often mobbed by hoodlums, they were few, but unafraid,...
Tall, and stout, and solid-looking, Yet a wreck; None would think Death's finger's hooking Him from deck. Cause of half the fun that's started, `Hard-case' Dan, Isn't like a broken-hearted,...
Comes the British bulldog first, solid as a log, He's so ugly in repose that he's a handsome dog; Full of mild benevolence as his years increase; Silent as a china dog on the mantelpiece....
The breezes waved the silver grass, Waist-high along the siding, And to the creek we ne'er could pass Three boys on bare-back riding; Beneath the sheoaks in the bend The waterhole was brimming,...
Two couples are drifting the self-same way (Men of the world know well) From the ballroom glare as the night grows grey (Men of the world can tell). Many are round them who know, and knew,...
I've done with joys an' misery, An' why should I repine? There's no one knows the past but me An' that ol' dog o' mine. We camp an' walk an' camp an' walk, An' find it fairly good;...
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...
Tell a simple little story of a settler in the West, Where the soldier birds and farmers, and selectors never rest While the sun shines, and they often work in rainy weather, too:...
There's many a schoolboy's bat and ball that are gathering dust at home, For he hears a voice in the future call, and he trains for the war to come;...
She's not like an empress, And crowned with raven hair, She is not 'pert an' bonny,' Nor 'winsome, wee, an' fair.' But when a man's in trouble, And darkest shadows fall, She's just a little woman...
Oh! this is a joyful dirge, my friends, and this is a hymn of praise; And this is a clamour of Victory, and a p'an of Ancient Days. It isn't a Yelp of the Battlefield; nor a Howl of the Bounding Wave,...
Oh! this is a joyful dirge, my friends, and this is a hymn of praise; And this is a clamour of Victory, and a p'an of Ancient Days. It isn't a Yelp of the Battlefield; nor a Howl of the Bounding Wave,...