#Australians
Underneath a tree I lie, Watching with lack lustre eye, All those little trivial things Weakness after sickness brings; Watching birds flit to and fro;
Where the little river gleaming Thro’ its shadows green and cool Broadens to the quiet dreaming Of a little shady pool; There an azure jewel burning
Heigh, ho! But they’re talking,… As the cold, hard streets we’re wa… Seeking work at any wage, While the talkers rant and rage. Says the judge: 'Let’s look up se…
In the everlasting summer, when th… and the asphalt of the footpath cu… When you’re creased and crabbed an… And the persperation’s drippin’ in… There’s a penetratin’ odor gets ab…
Come mourn with me for the land of… Oh, weep with me for the luckless… Of the land of Gosh, where the sa… The patient shores, and the great… His sodden sorrow hugs;
When first I found this forest pl… More years ago than I can tell, I met a man of alien race And came to know and like him well… A humble hawker, spare and tall,
Brothers; even those of you who ar… Sometimes, I doubt not, let your… When mother tucked you into your l… After your little prayers were sai… And, having said goodnight,
Gentlemen! a politician, One who values his position, Stands, with easy confidence, Here before you on the fence. For he knows full well, good frien…
But what I do object to, and some others more than I, Are the mad old, bad old practices these baubles signify. Good friends, brother Australians and fellow voters; I think that you wil...
When I look into the looking glas… I’m always sure to see - No matter how I dodge about - Me, looking out at me. I often wonder as I look,
Alas, my dear, be you high-born, Or just a Sydney cutie, I fear you’ve earned a he-man’s sc… Thro’ failing in your duty. A lady would avert her eyes,
The Glugs still live in the land… Under the rule of the great King… And they climb the trees in the S… Because it is reckoned the regular… Down in the valley they live their…
When the scheming Fusion few Sought to snare the Lib’ral crew, It was plain for all to view That they wobbled. And when later in the day
Child of a myriad varied voices ca… O’er countless leagues of space in… Tho’ captious critics view your wa… And fain would quiet your all too… Raw youth must have its fling; and…
Gyved and chained in his father’s… He toiled 'neath a conqueror’s rul… Bowed to the earth in the land of… The Slave who was Son of a Fool. Poor remnant he of a conquered rac…