#Australians #XIXCentury #XXCentury
‘Mother, may I go in to swim?’ ‘My dear, you didn’t oughter. I’ve heard of baths filled to the… With something more than water.’ ‘Mother, I want to learn to swim.…
Rashly I shot an arrow in the air… And, as my shaft into the zenith s… I knew ’twas bound to fall some ti… And wondered if ‘twould dropp upon… A certain friend of mine who loite…
Son of our King: When yoemen sail… From Britain to expand her sway, The coward from High venture quai… The weakling sank beside the way. None save the strong in that far d…
I love you, dear, o’ morn and moon… I love your ev’ry mood and guise; But, neath the soft, enchanting mo… Such loveliness the gods must priz… ’Tis then I long to dare and figh…
In olden days the Old White Hors… Stood brave against the sky; And ne’er a teamster shaped his co… To pass the good inn by. Far shone its lights o’ winter nig…
I happened in Gosh on an ancient… In the land of Glugs far, far awa… Where the skies are green and the… And the citizens rarely troubl’d t… Each had a vote; they were proud o…
These be the fruits, O man who wo… The proudest Caesar of Rome’s pro… When legion after legion marched t… That one man might be clothed in b… Torn bodies, bloody fields and the…
Now Sym was a Glug; and ’tis ment… That the tale reads perfectly plai… In his veins ran blood of that stu… Of docile folk, who inhabit the pl… Called Gosh, sad Gosh, where the…
So nice it is of you to call . . . Yes; Monday week we done it; Right 'igh-clarse weddin’ - church… Cost Bill a bit to run it. An’ wotjer think ‘e ups and sez
A month ago the world grew grey fe… A month ago the light went out fer… To ‘er they broke it gentle as mig… But fer ’is pal ‘twus one uv them… That stops the ’eart-beat; fer to…
Five nights agone I lay at rest On my suburban couch. My trousers on the bedpost hung, Red gold within their pouch. The twin-gods Law and Order seeme…
In our street, the main street Running thro’ the town, You see a lot of busy folk Going up and down: Bag men and basket men,
O ye women! WIMMIN! WEEMIN… See our tears repentant streamin’! See the pearly drops a-gleamin’, Streamin’ from our rheumy eye! Mark our weskits palpitatin’.
The diggers came from Bendigo, From Albury the drovers, From where the Goulburn waters fl… Came bearded teamsters travelling… And all the brown bush rovers;
Luke Gale, the larrikin lad, dwel… A low street, a by-street, right a… King of the boys and hobbledehoys… Winning from all respectable folk… But, oh, to see him on Saturday n…