#Australians #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Well I remember him - Big Jack H… Big Jack, the lumper, tanned and… The clean, straight limbs of him, The strength in those limbs of him Strength that was the end of him,…
Deah Ladies, Let me wawn you, theah are feahful… And a mos’ ter-ific strugge is at… And we have no taime to speah If we wish to do ouah sheah
It’s up an’ down, as me father sai… An’ his as went before him Good days could never turn his hea… Nor the worst of seasons floor him… (Said old george Jones). I’ve he…
Oh, we might have a marvellous cit… Were we only less keen on cash Less avid for things - more’s the… That fade and are gone in a flash, A city where duffers in my line
‘E ’ad spragged me before for the… But I told ‘im straight out I was… Still ’e would ‘ang around me, wot… ’E’s a regiler obstinit bloke. ‘E’d tapped me for dollars an’ bit…
Friends! Have you, too, noticed that calm w… Upon affairs today? Search as we may, The papers have few things indeed…
I knew a poor remittance man, A decent chap, but funny, In days when my ideas began To be controlled by money He wore a swank, patrician air;
There’s a moral in this: tho’ I o… Of moral and maxim in season and o… Grows stale; yet these days of dep… Demand any means to put worry to r… So in that menagerie now populated
Listen, Elaine. Tho’ I’m not ma… I like a little flutter now and th… But I maintain you would not be d… The family, or look like some old… If you just wore - Now, just a mi…
‘E passes by, each day, at ten A bottle-shouldered yid Wot looks as if ’e pushed a pen An’ drawes a weekly quid; ‘E’s always with some little lass;
Left, right - left, right . . . We march today for memories (the g… Memories of lost dreams and comrad… Comrades bloody war took, dreams t… (Left, right - left, right . . .)…
‘Ho! the sky’s as blue as blazes a… An’ the dicky birds is singin’ ove… An’ I’m 'ummin’, softly 'ummin’,… An’ the chance to fill some blight… An’ the big guns they are boomin’,…
I am shocked beyond words! (Said the statesman. ’Tis crime That the clamoring herds Should seek war at this time. For a criminal war is sheer folly
For some, it was the last sun that… For many, their last glimpse of fe… A splendid sun, dipping, reluctant… Into blue water west of Mudros Ba… And they - new burnished coin to s…
In the olive groves of Italy Men minds are all aflame; For the war-lust spreads thro’ It… Where war-lords call the game. And they dream of Roman legions