#AustralianWriters
The future was dark and the past w… As they gazed on the sea once more… But a nation was born when the imm… ‘Good-bye!’ as they stepped ashore… In their loneliness they were part…
So you’ve seen at last what we hav… You have found what we—the People… And Australia’s hymn is swelling… Save your country, Legislators—an… You would put the blame upon us—we…
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…
Why are the sheoaks forever sighin… (Sheoaks that sigh when the wind i… Why are the dead hopes forever dyi… (Dead hopes that died and are with… As you make it and what you will.
They have eaten their fill at your… Like friends since the land was wo… And they rise with a cry of “Aust… With the wheeze of “Australia’s d… Oh, the theme is stale, but they t…
The Lady of the Motor Car she st… Her face is like the stone, my fri… Her face is like the stone, my fri… Because her heart is dead, my frie… The Lady of the Motor Car she sp…
Arming down along the stream, Along the sparkling water, And past the pool where lilies gle… There comes the squatter’s daughte… Her eyes are kind; her lips are wa…
'Tis a legend of the bushmen from… When he opened up the country and… Tis the old tale of a fortune miss… And, perhaps, you haven’t heard it… They were north of running rivers,…
Roll up, Eureka’s heroes, on that… For Lalor’s gone to join you in t… Roll up and give him welcome such… For well he battled for the rights… In that bright golden country that…
To a town in Southern land Light of purse I come and lone; And I pause awhile, and stand By a pedestal of stone; And I bend my head and bow
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 Eagle screams at the beck of… Must wrestle the right to live or… For, as in the days when the bucca… The national honour is one thing d… She has slaughtered thousands with…
There’ll be royal times in Sydney… There’ll be lots of dreary drivel… From the men who own Australia, b… And who could not point their runs… Oh, the daily Press will grovel a…
Where’s the steward?—Bar-room ste… I have left a three-pound billet j… Brighter shines the Star of Rover… But I think I’d give a kingdom fo… Run of rocky shelves at sunrise, w…
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…