'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,...
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,...
I mind the days when ladies fair Helped on my overcoat, And tucked the silken handkerchief About my precious throat; They used to see the poet's soul In every song I wrote. ...
We wrote and sang of a bush we never Had known in youth in the Western land; Of the dear old homes by the shining river, The deep, clear creeks and the hills so grand....
We wrote and sang of a bush we never Had known in youth in the Western land; Of the dear old homes by the shining river, The deep, clear creeks and the hills so grand....
If you fancy that your people came of better stock than mine, If you hint of higher breeding by a word or by a sign, If you're proud because of fortune or the clever things you do,...
By right of birth in southern land I send my warning forth. I see my country ruined by the wrongs that damned the North. And shall I stand with fireless eyes and still and silent mouth...
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,...
Oh, do you hear the argument, far up above the skies? The voice of old Saint Peter, in expostulation rise? Growing shrill, and ever shriller, at the thing that's being done;...
Sing the strong, proud song of Labour, Toss the ringing music high; Liberty's a nearer neighbour Than she was in days gone by. Workmen's weary wives and daughters Sing the songs of liberty;...
Sons of the South, awake! arise! Sons of the South, and do. Banish from under your bonny skies Those old-world errors and wrongs and lies. Making a hell in a Paradise That belongs to your sons and 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,...
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...
'Twas in a tug-of-war where I, the guvnor's hope and pride, Stepped proudly on the platform as the ringer on my side; Old dad was in his glory there, it gave the old man joy...
We must suffer, husband and father, we must suffer, daughter and son, For the wrong we have taken part in and the wrong that we have seen done. Let the bride of frivolous fashion, and of ease, be ashamed and dumb,...
On western plain and eastern hill Where once my fancy ranged, The station hands are riding still And they are little changed. But I have lost in London gloom The glory of the day,...
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...
Texas Jack, you are amusin'. By Lord Harry, how I laughed When I seen yer rig and saddle with its bulwarks fore-and-aft; Holy smoke! In such a saddle how the dickens can yer fall?...
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,...
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...