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....
We set no right above hers, No earthly light nor star, She hath had many lovers, But not as lovers are: They all were gallant fellows And died all deaths for her, And never one was jealous...
Queen Hilda rode along the lines, And she was young and fair; And forward on her shoulders fell The heavy braids of hair: No gold was ever dug from earth Like that burnished there,...
He's somewhere up in Queensland, The old folks used to say; He's somewhere up in Queensland, The people say to-day. But Somewhere (up in Queensland) That uncle used to know,...
Oh, Scotty, have you visited the Picture Gallery, And did you see the portraits of the King and Queen and me? The portraits made by Longstaff, and the pictures done by Jack,...
Pride, selfishness in every line, And on its face a frown, It stands, a sceptre in its hand, And points forever down. And who will kneel? The unemployed! Small homage pay, I ween,...
There is a quiet gentleman a-motoring in France (Oh, don't you hear the honking of a British motor-car?), Like any quiet gentleman that you may meet by chance,...