Once I wrote a little poem which… And I showed the printer’s copy t… First he praised the thing a littl… ‘The ideas are good,’ he muttered,… So I straighten’d up the rhythm w…

Well Boory, I have read your “gri… And listened to your whine; I only wish you’d sent it in Before I printed mine. You see, I never meant to hit

While tyrants rule the land, Beneath the Irish skies; While e’er the iron hand Upon our people lies; While sons are driven forth

They took dead Cromwell from his… And stuck his head on high; The Merry Monarch and his men, They laughed as they passed by The common people cheered and jeer…

THE Salvation Army does good business in some of the outback towns of the great pastoral wastes of Australia. There’s the thoughtless, careless generosity of the bushman, whose pockets ...

Now, I think there is a likeness… For he did a lot of trampin’ long… He was 'union’ when the workers fi… And I’m glad that old St Peter k… When the ancient agitator and his…

What though the world does me ill… And cares my life environ; I’d sooner laugh with Bobbie Burn… Than sneer with titled Byron. The smile has always been the best…

Did you hear the children singing,… Did you hear the children singing… In the sunshine and the rain, As they’ll never sing again— Hear the little school-girls singi…

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 have lived till these times, br… We who lived in this; We have not grown old together, Soon our lives must close— Rewi’s first! For I am dying

She sits beside the tinted tide, That’s reddened by the tortured sa… And through the East, to ocean wi… A vessel sails from sight of land. But she will wait and watch in vai…

Whenever I’m moving my furniture… Or shifting my furniture out— Which is nearly as often and risky… In these days of shifting about— There isn’t a stretcher, there isn…

The world is narrow and ways are s… For little is new where the crowds… Greater, or smaller, the same old… And tired of all is the spirit tha… of the days when the world was wid…

It is stuffy in the steerage where… For there’s near a hundred for’ard… They are trav’lers for the most pa… But their linen’s rather scanty, a… Stowed away like ewes and wethers…

If they missed my face in Farmers… When the landlord lit the lamp, They would grin and say in their c… 'Oh! he’s down at the Gipsy camp!… But they’d read of things in the…