‘I should go mad,’ he said, 'in su… The lack of company, the lonelines… Nothing but trees to stare you in… Nothing to do; no life; no pep; no… I’d die of melancholy.' I said ‘Y…

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…

There is a flutter in the trees, And now a sudden, dread unease Stills all the bushland melodies Amid the gums; Stills now the song of wren and th…

Sometimes I risk a faltering step To meet these –steins, both Ein–… But hesitate and halt at last, Finding the works of each too vast For such a finite brain as mine.

‘Mother, may I go in to swim?’ ‘My dear, you didn’t oughter. I’ve heard of baths filled to the… With something more than water.’ ‘Mother, I want to learn to swim.…

There’s a big, brown man in the hi… Whom the nation had forgot; He’s a stolid man and a patient ma… And he does not talk a lot: And the seasons frown or the seaso…

I. WASHING DAY The little gipsy vi’lits, they wus… As she come walkin’ in the grass,… The sun shone on the sassafras, wh… —The 'ope an’ worry uv our lives w…

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…

They say a touch of spring is in t… They say the wattle trees with blo… They say each garden now begins to… (Not that I care) A festal garb that waxes day by da…

Left, right - left, right . . . We march today for memories (the g… Memories of lost dreams and comrad… Comrades bloody war took, dreams t… (Left, right - left, right . . .)…

In the neolithic age of our Austr… There dwelt a wise old chieftain,… His royal tastes and habits I won… But his plain horse-sense was note… Now, this chief was not a despot,…

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!…

‘Peter the ’Ermit was a ‘oly blok… The parson sez, ‘wot chivvied cove… ‘Too right,’ I chips. 'I’ve ‘ear… ‘Brave knights sprung straight to… ‘Sure thing,’ sez I. 'It muster b…

‘Young friend,’ 'e sez . . . Youn… Yeh’d think I wus ‘is own white ’… The queer ole finger, wiv ‘is gent… ’Young friend,' ‘e sez, ’I wish’t… The langwidge that them parson blo…

Still I’ve the picture of him - F… In a shining dog-cart driving down… Spanking ponies dashing by, Running tandem, stepping high; Silver-plated harness where the su…