#Australians
I knew a policeman once And this is true as it ever could… Who made me feel an awful dunce; ‘Cos I lost my dad, and it fright… He came and took me by the hand
I worked for fifty hours a week, And someone said to me, ‘Don’t be a serf! Throw off your… And show the world you’re free!’ So I cut down my working hours
There’s a good time coming in the… And I wish, oh, how I wish that i… There’s a wise day dawning, by the… To usher in the glad millenium. When heaven-sent technocracy displ…
Thus it happened .... Let me ment… This occurred in times long vanish… ’Tis a quaint, unlikely story; som… But that’s a little matter you may… Mr. Foodle led a party that was s…
We have heard the cheering, brothe… We have heard the martial peal; We have seen the soldiers marching And the glint of sun and steel. We have heard the songs, the shout…
I know I’m dull. I know I got a… That’s only fit fer fertilizin’ 'a… I don’t arst for bokays: I ain’t… But fair is fair. An’ when yeh think yer somethin’ u…
The throstle now in English lanes Bids Summer strew her dear deligh… But we, intent on cricket gains, Watch well our valiant willow knig… With eager eyes on cabled news,
“Who are these blokes with bulging… I see all o’er the shop?” The layman asked. “Them’s scient… Replied the courteous cop. “They are the country’s biggest br…
Did you ever meet Bert? 'E’s all… In offices, shops an’ in various p… Cocky an’ all; an’ you can’t keep… I never seen no one so lucky at ra… Backs all the winners or very near…
Can this be the old town of wheat-… Of Ted Toll’s smithy, with the an… Of stacks in the station yard, and… Of bow-legged bound’ry riders comi… This strange, new, brisk town of s…
Have you heard the magniloquent, e… The yogi of Yarra, whose silvery… In days of his promise won many vo… When loud in the land was the prai… And he magnetised all with his vig…
Follow the river and cross the for… Follow again to the wobbly bridge, Turn to the left at the notice boa… Climbing the cow-track over the ri… Tip-toe soft by the little red hou…
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;
I’m standin’ at the corner uv the… The Land called Spadgers - waitin… The night’s come chilly, an’ a dri… Falls steady where a near-by stree… A gashly yeller light on stones al…
Now a sad farewell to the cable-tr… Staunch friend of the quieter days… That glided down thro’ a leisured… Ere the urge for speed was a craze… We’d time to spare and we took the…
