#Australians
Once more I write a line to you, While darker shadows fall; Dear friends of mine who have been… And steadfast through it all. If I have written bitter rhymes,
LET the liar call me liar, And the robber call me thief. They can only fan the fire That is born of my belief. While I’m speaking, while I’m wri…
(According to Commissioner Hay, Chief Officer of the Salvation Army in Australia, who has just returned from Europe, there are already about 20,000 Salvationists at the Front, and more ...
The Captains sailed from all the… And each one for his country’s eas… The Captains sailed to Southern… And some sailed out beyond the Wo… And each one for his daily bread,…
The brown eyes came from Asia, wh… Ere the masters of Soul Secrets d… And the Brown Eyes came to Egypt… And the Brown Eyes went from Egy… There was strife amongst the Brow…
I’ve just received a letter from a… He’s working down in Auckland whe… The climate’s cooler there, but he… He sends the passage money, and he… (I’d like to see his face again,…
The lovely Port of Sydney Lies laughing to the sky, The bonny Port of Sydney, Where the ships of nations lie. You shall never see such beauty,
We wrote and sang of a bush we nev… Had known in youth in the Western… Of the dear old homes by the shini… The deep, clear creeks and the hil… The grass waved high on the flat a…
The crescent moon and clock tower… Across the smothered lanes of 'Lo… And in the shadow yonder—like cats… The crowding cabs seem waiting—for… The cab lamps are watching as they…
The centuries found me to nations… My people have crowned me and made… My royal regalia is love, truth, a… A girl called Australia– I’ve com… Though no fields of conquest grew…
’Tis sunrise over Watson, Where I sailed out to sea, On that wild run to London That wrecked and ruined me. The beauty of the morning
I was welcome in a palace when the… I was petted in a garden and my tr… But for me above the alleys there… Where the third-rate public houses… Where the third-rate public houses
When you’ve got no chance at all, Take it fightin’. When you’re driven to the wall, Take it fightin’. There are things that we delight i…
No church-bell rings them from the… No pulpit lights theirblindness— 'Tis hardship, drought, and homele… That teach those Bushmen kindness… The mateship born, in barren lands…
Old time is tramping close to-day—… A mighty change is on the way, an’… Some dust’ll fly from beery coats—… I’m glad that wimin has the votes—… I’m just a trifle scared—For why?…
