The lovely Port of Sydney Lies laughing to the sky, The bonny Port of Sydney, Where the ships of nations lie. You shall never see such beauty, Though you sail the wide world o'er,...
When he's over a rough and unpopular shed, With the sins of the bank and the men on his head; When he musn't look black or indulge in a grin, And thirty or forty men hate him like Sin,...
The Shearers squint along the pens, they squint along the 'shoots;' The shearers squint along the board to catch the Boss's boots; They have no time to straighten up, they have no time to stare,...
'Tis a legend of the bushmen from the days of Cunningham, When he opened up the country and the early squatters came. Tis the old tale of a fortune missed by men who did seek,...
You wonder why so many would be buried in the sea, In this world of froth and bubble, But I don't wonder, for it seems to me That it saves such a lot of trouble. And there ain't no undertaker,...
I was drifting in the drizzle past the Cecil in the Strand, Which, I'm told, is very tony, and its front looks very grand; And I somehow fell a-thinking of a pub I know so well,...
The shipping-office clerks are 'short,' the manager is gruff, 'They cannot make reductions,' and 'the fares are low enough.' They ship us West with cattle, and we go like cattle too;...
From Crow's Nest here by Sydney town Where crows had nests of old I see the Range where day goes down, The dim blue in the gold. And sometimes wonder, half in doubt, Has there been so much change...
Ah, better the thud of the deadly gun, and the crash of the bursting shell, Than the terrible silence where drought is fought out there in the western hell;...
So you rode from the range where your brothers 'select,' Through the ghostly grey bush in the dawn You rode slowly at first, lest her heart should suspect That you were glad to be gone; ...
At a point where the old road crosses The river, and turns to the right, I'd camped with the team; and the hosses Was all fixed up for the night. I'd been to the town to carry A load to the Cudgegong;...
It was pleasant up the country, Mr. Banjo, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled like a gent; And you curse the trams and buses and the turmoil and the push,...
There's such a lot of work to do, for such a troubled head! I'm scribbling this against a book, with foolscap round, in bed. It strikes me that I'll scribble much in this way by and by,...
They can't hear in West o' London, where the worst dine with the best, Deaf to all save lies and laughter, they can't hear in London West, Tailored brutes and splendid harlots, and the parasites that be,...
By Lawson's Hill, near Mudgee, On old Eurunderee, The place they called "New Pipeclay", Where the diggers used to be, On a dreary old selection, Where times were dry and thin,...
The brown eyes came from Asia, where all mystery is true, Ere the masters of Soul Secrets dreamed of hazel, grey, and blue; And the Brown Eyes came to Egypt, which is called the gypsies' home,...
You'd call the man a senseless fool, A blockhead or an ass, Who'd dare to say he saw the ghost Of Mount Victoria Pass; But I believe the ghost is there, For, if my eyes are right,...
Three bushmen one morning rode up to an inn, And one of them called for the drinks with a grin; They'd only returned from a trip to the North, And, eager to greet them, the landlord came forth....
Because he had sinned and suffered, because he loved the land, And because of his wonderful sympathy, he held men's hearts in his hand. Born and bred of the people, he knew their every whim,...
I Looked upon the lilies When the morning sun was low, And the sun shone through a lily With a softened honey glow. A spot was in the lily That moved incessantly, And when I looked into the cup...