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; ...
There are three lank bards in a borrowed room, Ah! The number is one too few, They have deemed their home and the bars unfit For the thing that they have to do....
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,...
The gentlemen of Dickens Were mostly very poor, And innocent of grammar, And of parentage obscure; But rich or poor or thriving, Of high or lowly birth, The gentlemen of Dickens...
Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide, Came a ghost, and for a moment walked in silence by my side, Now my heart was hard and bitter, and a bitter spirit he,...
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....
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,'...
'Twas merry when the hut was full Of jolly girls and fellows. We danced and sang until we burst The concertina's bellows. From distant Darling to the sea, From the Downs to Riverina,...
He comes from out the ages dim, The good Samaritan; I somehow never pictured him A fat and jolly man; But one who'd little joy to glean, And little coin to give, A sad-faced man, and lank and lean,...
Out West, where the stars are brightest, Where the scorching north wind blows, And the bones of the dead gleam whitest, And the sun on a desert glows, Yet within the selfish kingdom...
Call this hot? I beg your pardon. Hot!, you don't know what it means. (What's that, waiter? lamb or mutton! Thank you, mine is beef and greens. Bread and butter while I'm waiting. Milk? Oh, yes, a bucketful.)...
'Twixt the coastline and the border lay the town of Grog-an'-Grumble In the days before the bushman was a dull 'n' heartless drudge, An' they say the local meeting was a drunken rough-and-tumble,...
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,...
He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat", His name was Joseph Swallow, "the Great Australian Pote", In spite of all the stories and sketches that he wrote. ...
When you've come to make a fortune and you haven't made your salt, And the reason of your failure isn't anybody's fault, When you haven't got a billet, and the times are very slack,...
We hear a great commotion 'Bout the ship that comes to grief, That founders in mid-ocean, Or is driven on a reef; Because it's cheap and brittle A score of sinners drown....
There is a quiet gentleman a-motoring in France (Oh, don't you hear the honking of a British motor-car?), Like any quiet gentleman that you may meet by chance,...