Ye children of the Land of Gold, I sing a song to you, And if the jokes are somewhat old, The main idea is new. So be it sung, by hut and tent,

It was somewhere in September, an… When I came, in search of 'copy’,… 'Come-and-have-a-drink’ we’ll call… And ‘twas raining, for a wonder, u… ’Neath the public-house verandah…

Of home, name and wealth and ambit… We are children of fortune and luc… They deny there’s a shred of our c… But they cannot deny us the pluck! We are vagabond scamps, we are kin…

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…

It has a “point” of neither sex But comes in guise of both, And, doubly dangerous complex, It is a thing to loathe— A lady with her sweet, sad smile,

Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his stock-horse bears him…

When the caravans of wool-teams cl… On a spur among the mountains stoo… It was built of bark and saplings,… But ‘twas good enough for bushmen… Just a quiet little shanty kept by…

Only one old post is standing— Solid yet, but only one— Where the milking, and the brandin… And the slaughtering were done. Later years have brought dejection…

Pat M’Durmer brought the tidings… 'There are lively days before ye—c… And the boys were all excited, for… And, in subsequent elections, God… There was little there to live for…

She says she’s very sorry, as she… You calmly say 'Good-bye’ to her… Then you lift your hat and leave h… But you’re hit, old man—hit hard. In your brain the words are burnin…

"Like clouds o’er the South are t… On fair islands that we would comm… But clouds that are darker and den… Have sailed from an Isle in the N… And rest on our Southern Land.

Sing the strong, proud song of La… Toss the ringing music high; Liberty’s a nearer neighbour Than she was in days gone by. Workmen’s weary wives and daughter…

From Australia . OH, tell me, God of Battles! Oh,… The King is in his trenches, the… The Kaiser with his toiling troop…

‘this a wonderful time when these… These long ’small hours’ of night, When grass is crisp, and the air i… And the stars come close and brigh… The moon hangs caught in a silvery…

Lo! the Boar’s tail is salted, an… And his right eye is extinguished… He is flying round the fences wher… And he’s very much excited for a q… For his ships have had a scrap and…