#Australians
I sing of the hat, of the human li… The cadev, the tile, or whatever y… The thing that we wear - or our fa… For the making of comfort and grea… Man suffers a roof up over his hea…
Let him who is minded to meet with… Pluck three hardy hairs from a rab… Blow one to the South, and one to… Then burn another and swallow the… And who shall explain ’tis the tal…
VOICE OF THE PEOPLE (waili… ‘Who can deliver us, Lord of our… Out of the depths comes our passio… Wrung from the soul of us. Aid f… Tell us, we pray, that our succor…
We curse our lot; we gird at fate; Like peevish children we complain; Hope dies, and life grows desperat… Because of ease and pleasures sali… Because bright fortune fails to sm…
She danced thro’ life as light as… The grace of Columbine, charm of… These, and that blithesome quality… With memory of her linger by us ye… A fairy, slipping thro’ a world ma…
When I rode with young Sid Kidma… In that year the Long Drought end… As we took the old Tarcowie track… His keen eye scanned the country,… Mal Murray and Jim Spicer, of Ja…
Upon a snowy bed I lie, Too placid to complain, And watch the mad world rushing by Beyond my window-pane, The traffic threading in and out
I knew a careful lady once Who read a book by Dr. Bunce, A wise authority on wogs That roam about in dust and fogs; Indeed, he pointed out, all air,
There’s a kid around the corner Who is filled with half-formed fea… He is growing rather wistful As the Christmas season nears; For a hint has reached him lately
Do you know this mysterious, serio… Who sits at the game with the card… Watching and waiting While we’re calculating The tricks and the honors? It’s…
When I led you to the altar Vows were made, you’ll call to min… Darling wife. Now a defaulter Must I seem if I’d be kind. For you know how well I love you,
Now, children, in this lesson of a… Let us dwell, however briefly, on… Taking cricket, for example, and t… Which, when observed, bring harmon… Of sportsmanship; but, understand,…
Dear Comrade: In the game of poli… A Senator gits quite enough of ki… Without 'is photer sittin’ in the… Wot makes ‘is map look like a nast… A pitcher that present ’im to the…
Is it the dawn of a Golden Age And a swift release from pain? The politicians fight and rage Where doubt and chaos reign. But out on the fields, with one ac…
I venerate economists As very learned blokes, But when in paradox they speak Their meaning oft I vainly seek, Suspecting subtle jokes.