A cloud of dust on the long white… And the teams go creeping on Inch by inch with the weary load; And by the power of the green-hide… The distant goal is won.

It’s oh! for a rivet in marriage b… And a splice in the knot untied— The sanctity of the marriage tie Is growing more sanctified! They’re getting mixed up in societ…

We knew too little of the world, And you and I were good— ’Twas paltry things that wrecked o… As well I knew they would. The people said our love was dead,

An’ SO ’e’s dead in London, An’ answered to the call, An’ trotted through the Long Stre… With ’earse an’ plumes an’ all? We was village boys an’ brothers—

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,…

It was built of bark and poles, an… Where each leak in rainy weather m… And the walls were mostly cracks l… There was little need for windows… Then we rode to school and back by…

I HATE this grinding poverty— To toil, and pinch, and borrow, And be for ever haunted by The spectre of to-morrow. It breaks the strong heart of a ma…

By hut, homestead and shearing she… By railroad, coach and track– By lonely graves where rest the de… Up-Country and Out-Back: To where beneath the clustered sta…

It is night-time when the saddest… When outside the printing office t… When the love-wrong is accomplishe… That the blackest lies are written… ’Tis the time of “late editions”.…

So the time seems come at last, And the drums go rolling past, And above them in the sunlight La… They are marching with the sun, But I look in vain for one

And now a son has come again To keep the peace or strike the bl… And have a long, great, glorious r… Through calm or tempest, weal or w… And strange things set me wonderin…

With eyes that are narrowed to pie… To the awful horizons of land, Through the blaze of hot days, and… White heat-waves that flow on the… Through the Never Land westward a…

Oh, the track through the scrub gr… And lower and lower his grey head… For the swagman is old and the swa… He’s been tramping for over a cent… He tramps in a worn-out old “side…

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…

“Now tell me what can England do?… Said the Kaiser to the Spy. “She can do nought, your Majesty— You rule the sea and sky. Her day of destiny is done;