It’s only a sod, but 'twill break… Nigh hardened wid toilin’ and cari… And make the ould wounds in it tin… It’s only a sod, but it’s parcel a… Of strugglin’, sufferin’ Erin.

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,

They’re shifting old North Sydney… Perhaps ’tis just as well— They’re carting off the houses Where the old folks used to dwell. Where only ghosts inhabit

Bill and Jim are mates no longer—… Those two bushmen hate each other… Yet erstwhile they were as brother… Ne’er were mates to one another ha… Bill was one of those who have to…

The colours of the setting sun Withdrew across the Western land— He raised the sliprails, one by on… And shot them home with trembling… Her brown hands clung—her face gre…

He comes from out the ages dim— The good Samaritan; I somehow never pictured him A fat and jolly man; But one who’d little joy to glean,

To my fellow sinners all, who, in… Through the Commonwealth to-night… New Year’s Resolutions are jerry-… But I want to say to you, “Give y… You who drink for drinking’s sake,…

You may roam the wide seas over, f… Sail as far as ships can sail, and… You may ride and tramp wherever ra… But the crowd has been before you,… For the Early Days are over,

There are three lank bards in a bo… Ah! The number is one too few— They have deemed their home and th… For the thing that they have to do… Three glasses they fill with the…

Where the needle-woman toils Through the night with hand and br… Till the sickly daylight shudders… Till her eyes seem to crawl, And her brain seems to creep—

Ben Boyd’s Tower is watching— Watching o’er the sea; Ben Boyd’s Tower is waiting For her and me. We do not know the day,

I’m lyin’ on the barren ground tha… And dunno if my legs or back or he… I’ve got no spirits left to rise a… I’m too knocked up to light a fire… Oh it’s trampin’, trampin’, tra-a-…

We must suffer, husband and father… For the wrong we have taken part i… Let the bride of frivolous fashion… For I tell you the nations shall… How shall Australia escape it– we…

AMONG the sons of Englishmen Full many feel like real tears, For, though he reigned but scarcel… He bore the burden many years. He lived the dead past doubly down…

He has notions of Australia from… Land of leggings and revolvers, la… So he begs old shirts, and someone… He is shipped as ‘general servant,… (In the steamer’s grimy alley, hat…