Greyer and older, still they stand Wearier, quieter, still they pray; Men who had offered their all to a… And their thoughts run back to an… When Youth sailed gallantly, gail…

‘It’s the dummy wot done it,' said… ‘As a child I was out o’ luck. A kid in me pram, that’s wot I am When they gimme the thing to suck. An’ I took to it good, for I like…

Healesville is a smiling lass, ‘Mid her encircling hills, Where down full many a mountain pa… The gold of wattle spills. She holds her hands out to the Sp…

That’s him!! The authentic, iden… The Unionist tiger, full brother… I know by the prowl of him. Hark to the growl of him, While all the people ejaculate 'G…

He was a man of the union clan And a Labor secre-tary. He fell unwell and beneath the spe… Of a little nurse named Mary. Now, Mary was no little lamb,

A lonely soul . . . According to… She has lived on, mid all our worl… Thro’ that procession of mad days… That most men lay to waste, and ca… And men have smiled a little, too,…

Up and down the roads they go Vale to hill, and hill to vale Leading on to Omeo Over many an olden trail Dainty lady of the hills,

Smith is a very stupid man; He lives next door to me; He has no settled scheme or plan Of domesticity. He does not own a gramophone,

Girls! You with the bobbed hair or Mary… Likewise you others Who still adopt the hair-dressing… That makes the moderns smile.

When dandelions star the fields Another alien singer, I, Nursed upon England’s flowery wea… Seeking no tithe of treasured yiel… dropp sudden from a summer sky

I t’inkin’ da war now go for stop Between Black Sammo, da slush, An’ Nicko, da boss of da fry-fish… All sound of da conflic’ hush Since da corner-a cop he putta da…

Men knew and loved my calling in o… Days ere a bitter wisdom taught me… Trusting and unafraid, I went my… By many a crude hut of the pioneer… Calling by paths where lonely axem…

I’d like to be a postman, and walk… Calling out, ‘Good Morning, Sir,… Ringing every door-bell all along… In my cap and uniform so very nice… Perhaps I’d have a parasol in cas…

‘Sowin’ things an’ growin’ things,… That’s the game,' my father said,… ‘Settin’ things an’ gettin’ things… That’s the life,' my father said,… For my father was a farmer, as his…

By inlet and islet and wide river… By lake and lagoon I’m at home, Yet oft’ the far forests of blue-g… About the broad ranges I roam, ‘There’s a strange, sombre bird wi…