#AustralianWriters
'Tis the song of many husbands, an… That you cannot call me coward now… I have written much for women, whe… But the men who made bad matches c… Oh, the men who made bad matches a…
INTRODUCTION The theme is ancient as the hills, With all their prehistoric glory; But yet of Corney and his friend, We’ve often longed to tell the sto…
He had offices in Sydney, not so… And his shingle bore the legend ‘… But his real name was Careless, a… And his relatives decided that he… ‘Twas their gentle tongues that bl…
I’m glad that the Bushmen can’t s… A-doing it tall in the town; I’ve an inch-brimmed hat on my sun… And my collar jumps up and down. I’m wearing a vest that would char…
The old Jimmy Woodser comes into… Unwelcomed, unnoticed, unknown, Too old and too odd to be drunk wi… So he glides to the end where the… And they say that he tipples alone…
Down the street as I was drifting… Came a ghost, and for a moment wal… Now my heart was hard and bitter,… So I felt no great aversion to hi… Said the Shade: ‘At finer feelin…
I met Jack Ellis in town to-day— Jack Ellis—my old mate, Jack— Ten years ago, from the Castlerea… We carried our swags together away To the Never-Again, Out Back.
REGION of damper and junk and t… Region of pastures wide! The fairest spots in the world to… Are out on the Lachlan Side. CHORUS:
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
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…
The blue sky arches o’er mountain… The scene is as fair as a scene ca… But I’m breaking my heart for a L… And fogs that shall never come bac… I choke with tears when the day is…
By Lawson’s Hill, near Mudgee, On old Eurunderee— The place they called “New Pipecl… Where the diggers used to be— On a dreary old selection,
Far back in the days when the blac… In long single file ’neath the eve… The wool-teams in season came down… And journeyed for weeks on their w… ’Twas then that our hearts and our…
When God’s wrath-cloud is o’er me… Affrighting heart and mind; When days seem dark before me, And days seem black behind; Those friends who think they know…
I would never waste the hours Of the time that is mine own, Writing verses about flowers For their own sweet sakes alone; Gushing as a schoolgirl gushes