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...
Only one old post is standing, Solid yet, but only one, Where the milking, and the branding, And the slaughtering were done. Later years have brought dejection, Care, and sorrow; but we knew...
"Like clouds o'er the South are the nations who reign On fair islands that we would command; But clouds that are darker and denser than these Have sailed from an Isle in the Northern Seas...
Far back in the days when the blacks used to ramble In long single file 'neath the evergreen tree, The wool-teams in season came down from Coonamble, And journeyed for weeks on their way to the sea,...
On the moonlighted decks there are children at play, While smoothly the steamer is holding her way; And the old folks are chatting on deck-seats and chairs, And the lads and the lassies go strolling in pairs....
Some carry their swags in the Great North-West, Where the bravest battle and die, And a few have gone to their last long rest, And a few have said: Good-bye! The coast grows dim, and it may be long...
Two little girls aged six and nine, the daughters of a lengthsman on the railway at Walloon, near Ipswich, Queensland, were sent on an errand by their parents and it is supposed they were attracted by some water-lilies in a poo...
Ye children of the Land of Gold, I sing a song to you, And if the jokes are somewhat old, The main idea is new. So be it sung, by hut and tent, Where tall the native grows;...
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,...
A son of elder sons I am, Whose boyhood days were cramped and scant, Through ages of domestic sham And family lies and family cant. Come, elder brothers mine, and bring...
A Rouseabout of rouseabouts, from any land, or none, I bear a nick-name of the bush, and I'm, a woman's son; I came from where I camp'd last night, and, at the day-dawn glow,...
He longed to be a Back-Blocks Bard, And fame he wished to win, He wrote at night and studied hard (He read The Bulletin); He sent in 'stuff' unceasingly, But couldn't get it through;...
The camp of high-class spielers, Who sneered in summer dress, And doo-dah dilettante, And scornful 'venuses', House agents, and storekeepers, All eager they to 'bleed', The bards who tackled Manly,...
So, sit you down in a straight-backed chair, with your pipe and your wife content, And cross your knees with your wisest air, and preach of the 'days mis-spent;'...
A fresh sweet-scented beauty Came tripping down the street; She was as fair a vision As you might chance to meet. A masher raised his cady (I don't want to be rude) He raised it to the lady,...
He shall live to the end of this mad old world, he has lived since the world began, He never has done any good for himself, but was good to every man....
An' SO 'e's dead in London, An' answered to the call, An' trotted through the Long Street, With 'earse an' plumes an' all? We was village boys an' brothers, We was warm as we could be,...