#Australians
Ancient, wrinkled dames and jealou… They whom joyless Age downcasts - And the sere, gray-bearded fellows Who would fain re—live their pasts… These, the ancients, grimly tell u…
A dandy old horsernan is Brigalow… Which his name, sir, is Michael O… Whatever he’s riding, when timber… He is always in front of the crowd… A few tangled locks that are fast…
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…
Ah, Jack! Time finds us feeble m… And all too swift our years have f… The days are different now to then… In that time when we rode ten ston… The minstrel when his mem’ry goes
What are you doing now, Paddy Mag… Grafting, or spelling now, Paddy… Breaking, or branding? Or overlanding, Out on the sand ridges, Paddy Mag…
‘Love me little, love me long’ - Laggard lover penn’d such song. Rather, Neil!– In other style – Love me much, a little while. If that minstrel ever knew
The world around is sleeping, The stars are bright o’erhead, The shades of myalls weeping Upon the sward are spread; Among the gloomy pinetops
0 woman, in man’s hour of ease And plenty, how you strive to plea… To win his heart– and purse– you t… With ogle, whisper, smile, and sig… But when he’s short of cash, you f…
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,
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…
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…
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…
We’ve drunk our wine, we’ve kissed… The horses must be thinking it’s a… Sling the swags on Condamine and… And stuff a bottle in the bags and… What matter if the creeks are up -…
I can mind him at the start - Easy seat and merry heart! Said he, as he threw a glance At the crawling ambulance: ‘Some day I’ll be on the ground
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…
