Did you hear the children singing, O my brothers? Did you hear the children singing as our troops went marching past? In the sunshine and the rain, As they'll never sing again,...
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...
Old Mate! In the gusty old weather, When our hopes and our troubles were new, In the years spent in wearing out leather, I found you unselfish and true, I have gathered these verses together...
When you're suffering hard for your sins, old man, When you wake to trouble and sleep ill, Oh, this is the clack of the middle class, 'Win back the respect of the people!'...
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,...