Whenever I'm moving my furniture in Or shifting my furniture out, Which is nearly as often and risky as Sin In these days of shifting about, There isn't a stretcher, there isn't a stick,...
Whenever I'm moving my furniture in Or shifting my furniture out, Which is nearly as often and risky as Sin In these days of shifting about, There isn't a stretcher, there isn't a stick,...
The world is narrow and ways are short, and our lives are dull and slow, For little is new where the crowds resort, and less where the wanderers go;...
Listen! The end draws nearer, Nearer the morning, or night, And I see with a vision clearer That the beginning was right! These shall be words to remember When all has been done and said,...
It chanced upon the very day we'd got the shearing done, A buggy brought a stranger to the West-o'-Sunday Run; He had a round and jolly face, and he was sleek and stout,...
I cannot blame old Israel yet, For I am not a sage, I shall not know until I get The son of my old age. The mysteries of this Vale of Tears We will perchance explain...
The Wireless tells and the cable tells How our boys behaved by the Dardanelles. Some thought in their hearts 'Will our boys make good?' We knew them of old and we knew they would! Knew they would,...
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,...
Macquarie the shearer had met with an accident. To tell the truth, he had been in a drunken row at a wayside shanty, from which he had escaped with three fractured ribs, a cracked head, and various minor abrasions. His dog, Tal...
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,...
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,...
The Plains lay bare on the homeward route, And the march was heavy on man and brute; For the Spirit of Drought was on all the land, And the white heat danced on the glowing sand. ...
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,...
The breezes waved the silver grass, Waist-high along the siding, And to the creek we ne'er could pass Three boys on bare-back riding; Beneath the sheoaks in the bend The waterhole was brimming,...
The Eagle screams at the beck of trade, so Spain, as the world goes round, Must wrestle the right to live or die from the sons of the land she found;...
Shrivelled leather, rusty buckles, and the rot is in our knuckles, Scorched for months upon the pommel while the brittle rein hung free; Shrunken eyes that once were lighted with fresh boyhood, dull and blighted,...
An hour before the sun goes down Behind the ragged boughs, I go across the little run And bring the dusty cows; And once I used to sit and rest Beneath the fading dome,...
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,...