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With the frame of a man, and the f… And the great, wide, wondering, in… With his hideous dress and his hea… And the Warder says, in a softene… ’Tis a ghastly travesty of drill—o…
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…
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…
Fear ye not the stormy future, for… And the armies of Australia shall… The glorious words and music of A… When her true hearts rush together… We may not be there to hear it– 't…
Macquarie the shearer had met with an accident. To tell the truth, he had been in a drunken row at a wayside shanty, from which he had escaped with three fractured ribs, a cracked head,...
The diggings were just in their gl… With recommendations, he told me,… He read me his recommendations—he… The first one was signed by an El… The meenister called him 'ungodly—…
When first I came to town, resolv… To fight my way alone, No prouder foot than mine e’er tro… Upon the pavement stone; But I am one in thousands,
Emblems of storm and danger, Spindrift and mountain stern, Plants that welcome the stranger— Seaweed, tussock, and fern. Known to the world-wide ranger,
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…
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…
'Twas merry when the hut was ful… Of jolly girls and fellows. We danced and sang until we burst The concertina’s bellows. From distant Darling to the sea,
There’s many a schoolboy’s bat and… For he hears a voice in the future… A serious light in his eyes is see… He keeps his kit and his rifle cle… But straight or crooked, or round,…
We wrote and sang of a bush we nev… Had known in youth in the Western… Of the dear old homes by the shini… The deep, clear creeks and the hil… The grass waved high on the flat a…
Weary old wife, with the bucket an… ‘How’s your son Jack? and where i… Haggard old eyes that turn to the… ‘Boys will be boys, and he’s gone… Grief without tears and grief with…
They’d parted but a year before—sh… She stammer’d, blushed, held out h… How could he know that all the whi… He called her ‘Miss le Brook,’ an… They’d parted but a year before; t…