#Australians
Oh, I dance upon the lawn in the… And I gloat upon the corpses of a… Where the frost about my feet spre… There I chuckle and I chortle as… ‘Lime and sulphur, Paris green, a…
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…
We were cartin’ lathes and palin’s… With our axles near the road-bed a… And our bullocks weren’t precisely… And meself and Messmate Mitchell… It had rained a tidy skyful in the…
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…
‘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…
‘This Cen-TEEN-ary,’ sez ‘e Sez I, ’You’ll pardon me.’ (Perlite, like that, first off, an… ‘You’ll pardon me, I’m sure,’ I sez: 'but, speakin’ pure,
I nigh drops dead (the bo’sun said… When the gist of things I grip In the land by these 'ere Souther… As I seen on my long last trip. They seems a joke, them curious fo…
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
Borrowin’ over the water; I’ve se… Raisin’ loans (said Old George J… Was a trick we learned of yore. Borrowin’ over the water In the old Australian way
What crass, abysmal ignorance! F… Despite his looks, the man must be… They gasped for air; they gazed on… And tried to think of epithets tha… Clown! Dolt! Unlettered oaf!…
I’d like to be a baker, and come w… Calling out, ‘Beeay-ko!’ (that’s… Riding in a rattle-cart that jogs… Selling all the sweetest things a… Currant-buns and brandy-snaps, pas…
Jist to intraj’uice me cobber, an… A rorty boy, a naughty boy, wiv ru… In ’is casu’l conversation, an’ th… That gives the sudden shudders to… ‘Is name is on the records at the…
Listening (said the old, grey Dig… With my finger on the trigger I was listening in the trenches on… And a lull came in the fighting, Save a sudden gun-flash lighting
In the olive groves of Italy Men minds are all aflame; For the war-lust spreads thro’ It… Where war-lords call the game. And they dream of Roman legions
I’m a business man; and I can’t s… For this fluting and fussing and f… The song of my cousin may be subli… But I never have found it filling… So I run and I dig and I dig and…