#Australians
Gin you’re gangin’ doon the city Come next Sabbath afternoon, An’ you’ll catch a glimpse o’ Tar… An’ you’ll hear a skirlin’ tune; An’ you’ll see a crowd o’ laddies
Thunder? Why, no. Some static,… A far, faint rumble and a glimmeri… This, and no more, John, have we… We watchers in the dark politic ni… Now we are waiting, John. With e…
Haw! Ai’ve just obteened a pension for… And you should hev seen the people… Re-ally, it was surpraising! Maind, Ai am not criticaising,
Rugged men and tough men these, Men of the lonely ways, Hard and sturdy as their trees Where the timbered ranges raise Their ragged crests to rake the sk…
Mr Bodge, the banker, was a power… His city bank had granted him an a… For our town was most remote from… And only Mr Bodge could know who… So Mr Bodge within his bank reign…
But, why a picnic, Jane? We went… And missed the Cup; and you know… Because we lost - Oh! yes, you di… I had the tip, but I was not beli… It’s just sheer nonsense to deny i…
Old Pete Parraday, he isn’t very… Or so the local gossips say - The… His crazy views and values, and th… ‘Better had he saved his money,’ s… ‘And not become a pensioner with a…
We mean to say, it never has been… That anyone but England could dec… In the crease or at the wicket, Just exactly what was cricket And, of course, I mean to say, we…
‘I wish’t yeh menat it, Bill.' O… Went out to 'er that evnin’ on the… I knew she weren’t no ordinary tar… My little peach! To ‘ear ’er voice! Its gentle so…
Anzac! And war’s grim storm . . . The scream of a pass’ng shell Torn earth, and - a quiet form . .… ‘Pass, comrades. All is well.’ Nay, but his spirit lives; be very…
Five nights agone I lay at rest On my suburban couch. My trousers on the bedpost hung, Red gold within their pouch. The twin-gods Law and Order seeme…
He was obviously English, in his… And his accent was of Oxford, and… Seemed to hint at halls baronial.… But he praised the things of Engl… He’d discourse for hours together…
It’s up an’ down, as me father sai… An’ his as went before him Good days could never turn his hea… Nor the worst of seasons floor him… (Said old george Jones). I’ve he…
‘I wash me ’ands uv ‘im,’ I tells… ’You women can do wot yeh dash wel… I leave this ‘arf a man to ’is own… I’ve done me bit, an’ now I’m gon… Do wot yeh please; but don’t arsk…
Dark lady of the laggard dawn, Hiding within her gully deep; Long have night’s curtains been wi… Before her earliest sun-shaft’s pe… And, long before the sun sinks dow…