#Australians
He was a bachelor, gallant and gay She was a spinster prim - Pretty and prim, with a wonderful… Which had captivated him. Oh! well knew she what he wished t…
So Nell was married yesterday! - Let’s fill a bumper mellow, And drain it to old Hymen’s sway… And to the lucky fellow. Time was when 1 was 'gone’ on her:
It was a mighty snug resort, that… A snug resort where fellows dined… The boarders all had gone to bed,… When Pat suggested to his pal ’tw… They drifted to the closing bar, a…
Three droving men, some three week… Sat drinking the Queensland rum; ’Twas four a.m. when twa o’ them Saw jock M’Phee succumb. Hech! they were giddy songs he’d s…
They are mustering cattle on Brig… Where the stock-horses whinny and… And where long Andy Ferguson, you… Is yet boss on a cutting-out camp. Half the duffers I met would not…
Trapping brumbies in the moonlight… ‘Way back on Campbell’s country -… When saddled up and ready qur impa… While we squatted in the gunyah wi… And presently the hoof-beats of th…
Somebody’s horse has finished his… Somebody’s saddle is on; But never a nigger the tracks can… Or know where Somebody’s gone. Over the rails and up the creek,
Athwart the star-lit midnight sky Luminous fleecy clouds drift by, As the mysterious, pallid moon Sinks in the waveless still lagoon… Now that the queen of night is dea…
When the sklll’d fashioner of fema… Designed your mask, he wrought wit… And made a mouth expressly to be k… Not for shrill utterance nor pert… The curved, ripe lips—above the ro…
Gray eyes and gamboge hair! One barmaid of 'The Crown’! Ah, will that beaming siren still… When I go next to town? - When over-night much spirit I had…
Girls in town and boys out back, I’ve rolled up my little pack, And on june’s chill wintry gales Sail from pleasant New South Wal… Ere I go - a doggerel song
In prison cell I sadly sit, A d__d crest-fallen chappie! And own to you I feel a bit– A little bit - unhappy! It really ain’t the place nor time
Never before was daughter of Eve… There be none of God’s holy angel… As thine, nor dreamer has ever dre… There’s a gleam in your golden tre… There is witchery in your smile,…
Oh! the quiet river-crossing Where we twain were wont to ride, Where the wanton winds were to sin… Willow branches o’er the tide. There the golden noon would find u…
The sun may shine, the rain may fa… And the world roll round about, - The king’s men and king’s horses a… Can never rub one thing out. Skies may darken– clouds will flit…
