A blanket low and leaden, Though rent across the west, Whose darkness seems to deaden The brightest and the best; A sunset white and staring On cloud-wrecks far away,...
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:...
'Tis a wonderful time when these hours begin, These long 'small hours' of night, When grass is crisp, and the air is thin, And the stars come close and bright. The moon hangs caught in a silvery veil,...
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,...
Oh, this is a song of the old lights, that came to my heart like a hymn; And this is a song for the old lights, the lights that we thought grew dim, That came to my heart to comfort me, and I pass it along to you;...
He was bare we don't want to be rude (His condition was owing to drink) They say his condition was nood, Which amounts to the same thing, we think (We mean his condition, we think,...
It surely cannot be too soon, and never is too late, It tones with all Australia's tune to praise one's native State, And so I bring an old refrain from days of posts and rails,...
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...
To my fellow sinners all, who, in hope and doubt, Through the Commonwealth to-night watch the Old Year out, New Year's Resolutions are jerry-built I know, But I want to say to you, 'Give yourselves a show'. ...
Heed not the cock-sure tourist, Seeing with English eyes; Stroked at the banquet table Still, with the old stock lies, Pet of a social circle, Guest in a garden fair,...
Whenever I'm moving my furniture in Or shifting my furniture out, Which is nearly as often and risky as Sin In these days of shifting about, There isn't a stretcher, there isn't a stick,...
Whenever I'm moving my furniture in Or shifting my furniture out, Which is nearly as often and risky as Sin In these days of shifting about, There isn't a stretcher, there isn't a stick,...
It chanced upon the very day we'd got the shearing done, A buggy brought a stranger to the West-o'-Sunday Run; He had a round and jolly face, and he was sleek and stout,...
It's oh! for a rivet in marriage bonds, And a splice in the knot untied, The sanctity of the marriage tie Is growing more sanctified! They're getting mixed up in society, There's an awful family row,...
We, three men of commerce, Striving wealth to raise, See but little promise In the coming days; Though our hearts are brittle, Hardened near to stone, We can think a little...
It is night-time when the saddest and the darkest memories haunt, When outside the printing office the most glaring posters flaunt, When the love-wrong is accomplished. And I think of things and mark...
By hut, homestead and shearing shed, By railroad, coach and track, By lonely graves where rest the dead, Up-Country and Out-Back: To where beneath the clustered stars The dreamy plains expand, ...
The breezes blow on the river below, And the fleecy clouds float high, And I mark how the dark green gum trees match The bright blue dome of the sky. The rain has been, and the grass is green...
There's a light out there in the nearer east In the dawn of Nineteen Nine; There's the old ghost light in the salty yeast Where the black rocks meet the brine. Here's the same old strife and toil in vain,...
They're shifting old North Sydney, Perhaps 'tis just as well, They're carting off the houses Where the old folks used to dwell. Where only ghosts inhabit They lay the old shops low;...