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…

‘Swe-e-et! Swe-e-et!’ Low at fi… Full of soft seductiveness on a wh… Who comes in mercy now, crumbs of… For a grey bird pleading from a co… Just a thread of tallow-fat, just…

‘I hear them speak of a Fed’ral s… Where shall arise a city bright Mother, where is this bonzer spot? Shall we not seek it and build our… Is it in some mild and temp’rate z…

Now, a man in Oodnadatta He grew fat, and he grew fatter, Though he hardly had a thing to ea… While a man in Booboorowie Often sat and wondered how he

‘A woman’s work is never done,’ Said she. ‘From dawn to setting of the sun,’ Said she. ‘I toil and moil and work and slav…

I’ad the money in me 'and! Fair dinkum! Right there, by the… I tole me wife at breakfus’ time, Straight out: ‘Trivalve,’ I sez ‘… Trivalve,’ I sez. An’, all the w…

Six o’clock. From the railway ya… The engine toots; careering hard, A milk-cart rattles by and stops; A magpie calls from the gum-tree t… The pub 'boots’, sweeping out the…

‘When I’m sittin’ in me dug-out,… An’ a yowlin’, 'owlin’ chorus come… Just a bit o’ 'Bonnie Mary’ Or 'Long Way to Tipperary’ Then I know I’m in Australia too…

‘My oath!’ the Duchess sez. 'You’… Sich things as that. Yeh don’t me… Go hon!' she sez, or words to that… (It’s 'ard to imitate the speech t… I tells ‘er, ’Straight; I drives…

Dreaming to-day in a forest green Where the great gums rake the sky, My thoughts turn back to another s… And to old days, long gone by; To a land of youth, and a youth’s…

‘Now, be the Hokey Fly!’ sez Pet… ‘Suppose ’e comes ‘ome with a wood… Suppose ’e isn’t fit to darnce at… Then, ain’t we 'asty fixin’ up thi… A little tournament at Bridge is…

What’s the use? Give it best; Cut her loose; Have a rest. Hope is dead;

Trouble brews along the border for… That blokes an’ coves an’ coots mu… Out about the long dry stages Where the willie-willie rages Strange sounds are issuing from le…

I don’t know what’s come to the su… In these dull and decadent years; But a fellow grows glummer and glu… As promise of autumn appears; For there’s not been a sign of a w…

You are growing convalescent As pain’s fingers are withdrawn; And you waken in a strange, white… Yet your thought is aught but plea… In the cold, grey winter dawn,