The breezes waved the silver grass, Waist-high along the siding, And to the creek we ne'er could pass Three boys on bare-back riding; Beneath the sheoaks in the bend The waterhole was brimming,...
They cheered him from the wharf, it was a glorious day: His hand went to his scarf, his thoughts were far away. Oh, he was 'Jolly Good', they sang it long and loud,...
Our fathers toiled for bitter bread While idlers thrived beside them; But food to eat and clothes to wear Their native land denied them. They left their native land in spite Of royalties' regalia,...
Australia's a big country An' Freedom's humping bluey, An' Freedom's on the wallaby Oh! don't you hear 'er cooey? She's just begun to boomerang, She'll knock the tyrants silly,...
The Russian march is soft and slow, Through dust and heat, or slush and snow, When the Russian skies hang grey and low To the frontiers far where the Russians go;...
Tell a simple little story of a settler in the West, Where the soldier birds and farmers, and selectors never rest While the sun shines, and they often work in rainy weather, too:...
He's gone to England for a wife Among the ladies there; And yet I know a lass he deemed The rarest of the rare. He's gone to England for a wife; And rich and proud is he....
The future was dark and the past was dead As they gazed on the sea once more, But a nation was born when the immigrants said "Good-bye!" as they stepped ashore! In their loneliness they were parted thus...
She's not like an empress, And crowned with raven hair, She is not 'pert an' bonny,' Nor 'winsome, wee, an' fair.' But when a man's in trouble, And darkest shadows fall, She's just a little woman...
I'll tell you what you wanderers, who drift from town to town; Don't look into a good girl's eyes, until you've settled down. It's hard to go away alone and leave old chums behind,...
The world is narrow and ways are short, and our lives are dull and slow, For little is new where the crowds resort, and less where the wanderers go;...
Listen! The end draws nearer, Nearer the morning, or night, And I see with a vision clearer That the beginning was right! These shall be words to remember When all has been done and said,...
I'd been right round by overlands to see the world and life, And on the boat at Plymouth I met Johnson and his wife; He was a man who knew the world and wore the know-all smile,...
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,...
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...
Now the tent poles are rotting, the camp fires are dead, And the possums may gambol in trees overhead; I am humping my bluey far out on the land, And the prints of my bluchers sink deep in the sand:...
Let others sing praise of their sea-girted isles, But give me the bush with its limitless miles; Then it's over the ranges and into the West, To the scenes of wild boyhood; we love them the best. ...
When at first in foreign parts Was her flag unfurled, England was a Gipsy lass Peddling round the world. Sailing on the Spanish Main, Everywhere you roam, Peddling in the Persian Gulf...
Now this is a rhyme that might well be carried Gummed in your hat till the end of things: Say Good-bye when your chum is married; Say Good-bye while the church-bell rings;...
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...