This is the mouth-filling song of the race that was run by a Boomer. Run in a single burst, only event of its kind, Started by Big God Nqong from Warrigaborrigarooma,...
The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part; But the Sons of Martha favour their Mother of the careful soul and the troubled heart....
There are not leaders to lead us to honour, and yet without leaders we sally, Each man reporting for duty alone, out of sight, out of reach, of his fellow....
One man in a thousand, Solomon says, Will stick more close than a brother. And it's worth while seeking him half your days If you find him before the other. Nine nundred and ninety-nine depend...
Take up the White man's burden Send forth the best ye breed Go bind your sons to exile To serve your captives' need; To wait in heavy harness On fluttered folk and wild...
Since ye distemper and defile Sweet Here by the measured mile, Nor aught on jocund highways heed Except the evidence of speed; And bear about your dreadful task Faces beshrouded 'neath a mask;...
No hope, no change! The clouds have shut us in, And through the cloud the sullen Sun strikes down Full on the bosom of the tortured Town, Till Night falls heavy as remembered sin...
(Deserters) There is a world outside the one you know, To which for curiousness 'Ell can't compare, It is the place where "wilful-missings" go, As we can testify, for we are there. ...