The heathen’s not efficient; He sits down in the sun And doesn’t care a tuppn’y dump When the day’s work’s begun. He works to eat and eats to live,

When we went singing down the road… In days when want was not a goad, Dull care behind us flinging, No step we stayed, no joy we misse… To hearken to the pessimist,

Foot on the rail in the olden days… For all the world to see, A jolly old lot, they took their p… All unashamed and free, Passing their jest from lip to lip…

A spieler came to Yarra Glen upon… He wore a suit of noisy cheeks and… He was a wicked man, they say, Such as they grow down Melbourne… A spieler gay,

I’ve lived a rather careless life, And many a fault have I; But I’d have you not stress the s… What time I come to die. I’d rather have you talk about

What (said the poet) should we car… For all this mad world’s phantasie… For rumours rife upon the air Of terrors looming overseas? If so, the soul were plagued alway

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

Here my fancy finished; so, Dreaming, I could clearly see How he galloped. This was no Spectacle of misery. There I gazed, upon my pet

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 . . .)…

‘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…

Winter comes; and our complaints Grow apace as summer faints, Waning days grow dull and drear, Something tells, too well, I fear… That I’ve found a germ or two;

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…

Nay, Mr Speaker, let the ideal st… The picture that voters have in mi… Of Solons in debate far leagues a… Deep in the problems of poor human… Here where the Cotter wends by ve…

Though our eye in recent seasons Has a wild and glassy glare, And we fail to offer reasons For the straws that deck our hair; There are certain consolations

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…