1916
#AustralianWriters
The Country Girl reflects at last… And well in her young days— For she is learning very fast, The worth of City ways. The emptiness of Tailors men
Ned knew I was short of tobacco o… And that I was too proud to ask f… He hated such pride, but his delic… Forbade him to take me to task for… I loathed to be cadging tobacco fr…
I took the book of punishment, And ran its columns down; I started with an open brow And ended with a frown; I noted long-forgotten names –
When friends are listening round m… And I am lying in a sleep they sa… Don’t notice what the doctor says,… I’ll tell you how to rouse me if… Just you bring in your fiddle, Ja…
He’s gone to England for a wife Among the ladies there; And yet I know a lass he deemed The rarest of the rare. He’s gone to England for a wife;
BEATEN back in sad dejection, After years of weary toil On that burning hot selection Where the drought has gorged his s… All in vain ’gainst him, the vultu…
So you’ve seen at last what we hav… You have found what we—the People… And Australia’s hymn is swelling… Save your country, Legislators—an… You would put the blame upon us—we…
Who Was Found Dead Near This Tr… (Don’t Cut Down this Tree, for a… Oh, the wild black swans fly westw… While the sun goes down in glory— And away o’er lonely plain and hil…
We love the land when the world go… And deep, deep down in her thorny… Where nobody comes, and nobody kno… We love the Rose. Oh! we love the… And none to tell us, and none to t…
I WISH I’d never gone to board In that house where I met The touring lady from abroad, Who mocks my nightmares yet. I wish—I wish that she had saved
Bill and Jim are mates no longer—… Those two bushmen hate each other… Yet erstwhile they were as brother… Ne’er were mates to one another ha… Bill was one of those who have to…
They have eaten their fill at your… Like friends since the land was wo… And they rise with a cry of “Aust… With the wheeze of “Australia’s d… Oh, the theme is stale, but they t…
Long Bill, the captain of the pus… And wished to change his life and… ’Twas rumour’d that the Gory B.'s… That he would turn respectable and… He craved the kiss of innocence; h…
The rafters are open to sun, moon,… Thistles and nettles grow high in… The chimneys are crumbling, the lo… And green mosses spring from the h… The voices are silent, the bustle…
The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days of Gold; When finds of wondrous treasure