"Was I at Eureka?" His figure was drawn to a youthful height, And a flood of proud recollections made the fire in his grey eyes bright; With pleasure they lighted and glisten'd, tho' the digger was grizzled and old,...
The squatter saw his pastures wide Decrease, as one by one The farmers moving to the west Selected on his run; Selectors took the water up And all the black soil round;...
They are creeping on through the cornfields yet, and they clamber amongst the rocks, Ere they rush to stab with the bayonet and smash with the rifle-stocks....
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,...
When you get tight in foreign lands You never need go slinking, No female neighbours lift their hands And say 'The brute!, he's drinking!' No mischief-maker runs with smiles To give your wife a notion,...
The battlefield behind us, And night loomed on the track; The Friends of Fallen Fortunes Were riding at my back. Save those who lay face upward Upon the sodden plain, Not one of all I'd trusted...
PAT M'DURMER brought the tidings to the town of God-Forgotten : 'There are lively days before ye, commin Parlymint's dissolved!' And the boys were all excited, for the State, of course, was 'rotten,'...
It was old Jerry Brown, Who'd an office in town, And he used to get jocular, very; And he'd go to the Shore When they'd serve him no more, And, of course, by the passenger ferry,...
Set me back for twenty summers, For I'm tired of cities now, Set my feet in red-soil furrows And my hands upon the plough, With the two 'Black Brothers' trudging On the home stretch through the loam,...
The spirits of our fathers rise not from every wave, They left the sea behind them long ago; It was many years of 'slogging,' where strong men must be brave,...
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...
'Did she care as much as I did When our paths of Fate divided? Was the love, then, all onesided, Did she understand or care?' Slowly fall the moments leaden, And the silence seems to deaden,...
The World is full of kindness, And not the poor alone; We Christians in our blindness Bow down to hearts of stone; The clever, bitter cynic, Whose poisoned 'soul' is dead,...
Old Ivan McIvanovitch, with knitted brow of care, Has climbed up from the engine-room to get a breath of air; He slowly wipes the grease and sweat from hairy face and neck....
What have we all forgotten, at the break of the seventh year? With a nation born to the ages and a Bad Time borne on its bier! Public robbing, and lying that death cannot erase,...