So at last a toll they’ll levy For the passing fool who sings— Take the harp grown dull and heavy (With the dried blood on the strin… Let us sing, and sing right gaily,

Call me traitor to my country and… And the foe of “law and order”, we… But I scorn the biassed sentence… That was fouled and mutilated by t… For the strength that I inherit i…

Sons of the South, awake! arise! Sons of the South, and do. Banish from under your bonny skies Those old-world errors and wrongs… Making a hell in a Paradise

Oh, Scotty, have you visited the… And did you see the portraits of t… The portraits made by Longstaff,… Of the King and Queen and Lawson… The King is robed in royal state,…

“Queensland,” he heads his letters… The date, and the month, and the y… He often sends me a cheerful scraw… With an undertone of ancient grief… The first seems familiar, but migh…

Down here where the ships loom lar… The gloom when the sea-storms veer… Down here on the south-west margin Of the western hemisphere, Where the might of a world-wide oc…

When at first in foreign parts Was her flag unfurled, England was a Gipsy lass Peddling round the world. Sailing on the Spanish Main—

All is well—in a prison—to-night,… I must speak, for the sake of my h… For what does it matter to me if t… I’m as free as I ever shall be—th… I am free! I am haunted no more b…

The breezes blow on the river belo… And the fleecy clouds float high, And I mark how the dark green gum… The bright blue dome of the sky. The rain has been, and the grass i…

IN THE days that will be olden a… Ere the world emerged from darknes… On a mountain rising steeply from… Raised in scorn above the lowlands… Mammon Castle, built of marble th…

The sand was heavy on our feet, A Christmas sky was o’er us, And half a mile through dust and h… Lake ’Liza lay before us. ‘You’ll have a long and heavy tram…

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,…

I met her on the Lachlan Side— A darling girl I thought her, And ere I left I swore I’d win The free-selector’s daughter. I milked her father’s cows a month…

WE WANT the man who will lead t… The man who will pioneer. We have no use for the gentleman, Or the cheating Cheap-Jack here; We have no room for the men who sh…

The stamp of Scotland is on his f… But he sailed to the South a lad, And he does not think of the black… And the bitter hard youth he had; He thinks of a nearer and dearer p…