So at last a toll they'll levy For the passing fool who sings, Take the harp grown dull and heavy (With the dried blood on the strings) Let us sing, and sing right gaily, For the wreath is on our brow,...
It's oh! for a rivet in marriage bonds, And a splice in the knot untied, The sanctity of the marriage tie Is growing more sanctified! They're getting mixed up in society, There's an awful family row,...
They'd parted but a year before, she never thought he'd come, She stammer'd, blushed, held out her hand, and called him 'Mister Gum.' How could he know that all the while she longed to murmur 'John.'...
The world goes round, old fellow, And still I'm in the swim, While my wife's second husband Is growing old and grim. I meet him in the city, It all seems very tame, He glances at me sometimes...
James Patrick O'Hara the Justice of Peace, He bossed the P.M. and he bossed the police; A parent, a deacon, a landlord was he, A townsman of weight was O'Hara, J.P. ...
With the frame of a man, and the face of a boy, and a manner strangely wild, And the great, wide, wondering, innocent eyes of a silent-suffering child; With his hideous dress and his heavy boots, he drags to Eternity,...
Sing us a song in this cynical age, Sing us a song, my friend, While the Flesh and the Devil are all the rage And Death seems the only end. Give it the clatter of hoof-clipped bones...
Queen Hilda rode along the lines, And she was young and fair; And forward on her shoulders fell The heavy braids of hair: No gold was ever dug from earth Like that burnished there,...
At suburban railway stations, you may see them as you pass, there are signboards on the platform saying "Wait here second class," And to me the whirr and thunder and the cluck of running-gear...
Now this is the creed from the Book of the Bush, Should be simple and plain to a dunce: "If a man's in a hole you must pass round the hat, Were he jail-bird or gentleman once."
They stood by the door of the Inn on the Rise; May Carney looked up in the bushranger's eyes: `Oh! why did you come?, it was mad of you, Jack; You know that the troopers are out on your track.'...
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,...
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.)...
When the wars of the world seemed ended, and silent the distant drum, Ten years ago in Australia, I wrote of a war to come: And I pictured Australians fighting as their fathers fought of old...
Oh, the track through the scrub groweth ever more dreary, And lower and lower his grey head doth bow; For the swagman is old and the swagman is weary, He's been tramping for over a century now....
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,...
By the bodies and minds and souls that rot in a common stye In the city's offal-holes, where the dregs of its horrors lie, By the prayers that bubble out, but never ascend to God,...
When God's wrath-cloud is o'er me, Affrighting heart and mind; When days seem dark before me, And days seem black behind; Those friends who think they know me, Who deem their insight keen,...
From north to south throughout the year The shearing seasons run, The Queensland stations start to shear When Maoriland has done; But labour's cheap and runs are wide, And some the track must tread...