I long for the streets but the Lord knoweth best, For there I am never a saint; There are lovable characters out in the West, With humour heroic and quaint; And, be it Up Country, or be it Out Back,...
They were hanging men in Buckland who would not cheer King George, The parson from his pulpit and the blacksmith from his forge; They were hanging men and brothers, and the stoutest heart was down,...
There's a class of men (and women) who are always on their guard, Cunning, treacherous, suspicious, feeling softly, grasping hard, Brainy, yet without the courage to forsake the beaten track,...
The motor car is sullen, like a thing that should not be; The motor car is master of Smart Society. 'Twas born of sweated genius and collared by a clown; 'Twas planned by Retribution to ride its riders down....
By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach, and track, By lonely graves of our brave dead, Up-Country and Out-Back: To where 'neath glorious the clustered stars The dreamy plains expand,...
Our hull is seldom painted, Our decks are seldom stoned; Our sails are patched and cobbled And chains by rust marooned. Our rigging is untidy, And all things in accord:, We always sail on Friday...
It knows it all, it knows it all, The world of groans and laughter, It sneers of pride before a fall, But the bitter pride comes after: So leave me and I'll seek you not, So seek me and you'll find me,...
'Tis no tale of heroism, 'tis no tale of storm and strife, But of ordinary boozing, and of dull domestic life, Of the everlasting friction that most husbands must endure,...
Fight through ignorance, want, and care, Through the griefs that crush the spirit; Push your way to a fortune fair, And the smiles of the world you'll merit. Long, as a boy, for the chance to learn,...
Day of ending for beginnings! Ocean hath another innings, Ocean hath another score; And the surges sing his winnings, And the surges shout his winnings, And the surges shriek his winnings,...
By blacksoil plains burned grey with drought Where desert shrubs and grasses grow, Along the Land of Furthest Out That only Overlanders know. I dreamed I camped on river grass...
One day old Trooper Campbell Rode out to Blackman's Run, His cap-peak and his sabre Were glancing in the sun. 'Twas New Year's Eve, and slowly Across the ridges low The sad Old Year was drifting...
I am back from up the country, very sorry that I went, Seeking for the Southern poets' land whereon to pitch my tent; I have lost a lot of idols, which were broken on the track,...
A bushman got lost in a scrub in the North, And all the long morning the searchers went forth. They swore at the rain that had washed out the tracks And left not a trace for the eyes of the blacks;...
Oh, the scene is wide an' dreary an' the sun is settin' red, An' the grey-black sky of winter's comin' closer overhead. Oh, the sun is settin' bloody with a blood-line on the snow,...
On a lonely selection far out in the West An old woman works all the day without rest, And she croons, as she toils 'neath the sky's glassy dome, `Sure I'll keep the ould place till the childer come home.' ...
Let us sing in tear-choked numbers how the Duke of Clarence went, Just to make a royal sorrow rather more pre-eminent. Ladies sighed and sobbed and drivelled, toadies spoke with bated breath,...