I’d like to be a porter, and alway… Calling out, ‘Stand aside!’ and a… Shoving trucks on people’s toes, a… Slamming all the carriage doors an… And, when they asked to be let in,…

Lord, Thou hast given unto us a l… In Thy beneficence Thou has ordai… That we should hold a country grea… Such as no race of old has ever ga… A favoured people, basking in Thy…

Bountiful rain, we have yearned fo… When, thro’ the drought days, ill… Thankfulness vast in the past we d… When you have come at the end of o… Now you have come, is our subseque…

I nigh drops dead (the bo’sun said… When the gist of things I grip In the land by these 'ere Souther… As I seen on my long last trip. They seems a joke, them curious fo…

Stripped to the buff they circled… And jagged and swung and crossed; To uppercut and smash and pound No chances either lost; Till folks opined, in some alarm,

O man with a Position, prithee te… How is’t you mould your sal’ried l… Holding in lofty scorn that lowly… Of 'Blokes’ who earn mere 'wages’… Knights of Suburbia, whose only c…

Say you have some great objective. Very well. Be calm, reflective; Make no vulgar show of vigor; ’tis… Do not rush the thing directly; But approach it circumspectly,

We were cartin’ lathes and palin’s… With our axles near the road-bed a… And our bullocks weren’t precisely… And meself and Messmate Mitchell… It had rained a tidy skyful in the…

Fellers of Australier, Blokes an’ coves an’ coots, Shift yer— carcases, Move yer— boots. Gird yer— loins up,

There’s a breeze about the mountai… A song to mock the little men who… Or play at toil or pleasure where… But put my good axe in my hand and… And it’s: Hey, boy!

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,

He prospered in an olden day When down the rutted waggon track, Thro’ scenes that seem a world awa… His bullocks lumbered forth and ba… A tall old man, deep voiced, erect

How many have you broken up till n… I know that yesterday you made a v… And most solemnly ’twas spoken; But how many have you broken? Oh, you kept 'em for an hour or tw…

Kilmore cares not who comes nigh. But, with a calm, incurious eye, She sees the swift cars speeding b… Then turns again to labor. She is content to plod along.

Dargo is a dark-haired lass Prone to independent ways; Few men know her, fewer pass, Where her pleasant river plays But the smile in her blue eye