The Blue Sky arches o'er mountain and valley, The scene is as fair as a scene can be, But I'm breaking my heart for a London alley, And fogs that shall never come back to me....
In these days of peace and money, free to all the Commonweal, There are ancient dames in Buckland wearing wedding rings of steel; Wedding rings of steel and iron, worn on wrinkled hands and old,...
Oh, Scotty, have you visited the Picture Gallery, And did you see the portraits of the King and Queen and me? The portraits made by Longstaff, and the pictures done by Jack,...
I'm glad that the Bushmen can't see me now A-doing it tall in the town; I've an inch-brimmed hat on my sun-burnt brow, And my collar jumps up and down. I'm wearing a vest that would charm a snake,...
Are you coming, Ivan, coming?, Ah, the ways are long and slow, In the vast land that we know not, and we never sought to know. We are watching through the daybreak, when the anxious night is done,...
I have sinned, like others, blindly, without thought and without fear, And my best friends say it kindly, 'You should go away from here.' Shall I fly the paltry spirit of a narrow little town,...
Now this is not a dismal song, like some I've sung of late, When I've been brooding all day long about my muddled fate; For though I've had a rocky time I'll never quite forget,...
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,...
Farewell! The gold we send shall be a token Of that which in our hearts is growing strong; You asked our sympathy, and we have spoken, 'They wrong us who our brothers rob and wrong.' ...
The second time I lived on earth Was several hundred years ago; And, royal by my second birth, I know as much as most men know. I was a king who held the reins As never modern monarch can;...
I remarked that man is saddest, and his heart is filled with woe, When he hasn't any money, and his pants begin to go; But I think I was mistaken, and there are many times I find...
In the parlour of the shanty where the lives have all gone wrong, When a singer or reciter gives a story or a song, Where the poet's heart is speaking to their hearts in every line,...
The Big rough boys from the runs out back were first where the balls flew free, And yelled in the slang of the Outside Track: 'By God, it's a Christmas spree!'...