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(According to Commissioner Hay, Chief Officer of the Salvation Army in Australia, who has just returned from Europe, there are already about 20,000 Salvationists at the Front, and more ...
The camp of high-class spielers, Who sneered in summer dress, And doo-dah dilettante, And scornful “venuses”— House agents, and storekeepers,
The shearers squint along the pens… The shearers squint along the boar… They have no time to straighten up… But when the Boss is looking on,… The 'rouser’ has no soul to save.…
Out West, where the stars are bri… Where the scorching north wind blo… And the bones of the dead gleam wh… And the sun on a desert glows— Yet within the selfish kingdom
Out there by the rocks, at the end… In the mouth of the river, the Wa… She is resting where meet the blue… And only her masts and her funnel… And you see, when is fading the su…
James Patrick O’Hara, the Justic… He bossed the P.M. and he bossed… A parent, a deacon, a landlord was… A townsman of weight was O’Hara,… He gave out the prizes, foundation…
"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.
It knows it all, it knows it all, The world of groans and laughter, It sneers of pride before a fall, But the bitter pride comes after: So leave me and I’ll seek you not…
At a point where the old road cros… The river, and turns to the right, I’d camped with the team; and the… Was all fixed up for the night. I’d been to the town to carry
When you see a man come walking do… Suit of saddle tweed and soft shir… With the careless swing and carria… There is freedom in Australia! he… Clingin’ back,
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,
It chanced upon the very day we’d… A buggy brought a stranger to the… He had a round and jolly face, and… He drove right up between the huts… We chaps were smoking after tea, a…
They lifted her out of a story Too sordid and selfish by far, They left me the innocent glory Of love that was pure as a star; They left me all guiltless of “evi…
He works in the glen where the war… And the gums and the ashes are tal… ’Neath cliffs that re-echo the sou… When the wedges leap in from the m… He comes of a hardy old immigrant…
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,