The crescent moon and clock tower are fair above the wall Across the smothered lanes of 'Loo, the stifled vice and all, And in the shadow yonder, like cats that wait for scraps,...
He has notions of Australia from the tales that he's been told, Land of leggings and revolvers, land of savages and gold; So he begs old shirts, and someone patches up his worn-out duds....
By the bodies and minds and souls that rot in a common sty 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 you've managed with the tailor for a rig-out of a sort And you find the coat or trousers are an inch or so too short, Do not fret and swear and worry, make the tailor see you through,...
Oh! this is a joyful dirge, my friends, and this is a hymn of praise; And this is a clamour of Victory, and a p'an of Ancient Days. It isn't a Yelp of the Battlefield; nor a Howl of the Bounding Wave,...
Oh! this is a joyful dirge, my friends, and this is a hymn of praise; And this is a clamour of Victory, and a p'an of Ancient Days. It isn't a Yelp of the Battlefield; nor a Howl of the Bounding Wave,...
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 chanced upon the very day we'd got the shearing done, A buggy brought a stranger to the West-o'-Sunday Run; He had a round and jolly face, and he was sleek and stout,...
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...
My Army, O, my army! The time I dreamed of comes! I want to see your colours; I want to hear your drums! I heard them in my boyhood when all men's hearts seemed cold;...
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. ...
They're shifting old North Sydney, Perhaps 'tis just as well, They're carting off the houses Where the old folks used to dwell. Where only ghosts inhabit They lay the old shops low;...
The rising moon on the peaks was blending Her silver light with the sunset glow, When a swagman came as the day was ending Along a path that he seemed to know. But all the fences were gone or going,...
When friends are listening round me, Jack, to hear my dying breath, And I am lying in a sleep they say will end in death, Don't notice what the doctor says, and let the nurse complain,...
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,...
'ONE-MAN-ONE-VOTE!' You hear the people shouting. The walls of Mammon tremble ere they fall. ONE-MAN-ONE-VOTE! Is this a time for doubting? The poets have been prophets after all. ...
It's only a sod, but 'twill break me ould heart Nigh hardened wid toilin' and carin', And make the ould wounds in it tingle and smart. It's only a sod, but it's parcel and part Of strugglin', sufferin' Erin....
So the time seems come at last, And the drums go rolling past, And above them in the sunlight Labour's banners float and flow; They are marching with the sun, But I look in vain for one...