#AustralianWriters
From Woolwich and Brentford and… Oh, the Cockney soul is a silent… But out on the sand with a broken… And, with never a laugh, in a gale… Oh, send them a tune from the musi…
When the heavy sand is yielding ba… And across the distant timber you… When your head is hot and aching,… And it’s fifteen miles to water in… Don’t give up, don’t be down-heart…
From over the leagues of ice and s… From back of the days of long ago,… To the end of the world and our G… I have set the lines on my childre… That the world shall know and my n…
The old year went, and the new ret… The cheque was spent that the shea… and the sheds were all cut out; The publican’s words were short an… and the publican’s looks were blac…
The breezes waved the silver grass… Waist-high along the siding, And to the creek we ne’er could pa… Three boys on bare-back riding; Beneath the sheoaks in the bend
OH, this is a song of the old lig… And this is a song for the old lig… That came to my heart to comfort m… And here is a hand to the good old… And this is a song for the camp-fi…
THE CROSS-CUT and the crowbar… And make a greenhide rack to fit t… The “done” long-handled shovel and… The crowbar, pick-axe and the “thr… The old patched tent and “fly”, ba…
Dust, dust, dust and a dog— Oh! The sheep-dog won’t be last. When the long, long, shadow of the… With the shadow of his mate is cas… A brick-brown woman with the brick…
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
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…
On the moonlighted decks there are… While smoothly the steamer is hold… And the old folks are chatting on… And the lads and the lassies go st… Some gaze half-entranced on the be…
Call this hot? I beg your pardon.… (What’s that, waiter? lamb or mutt… Bread and butter while I’m waitin… I’m just in from west the Darling… Mutton stewed or chops for breakfa…
It is stuffy in the steerage where… For there’s near a hundred for’ard… They are trav’lers for the most pa… But their linen’s rather scanty, a… Stowed away like ewes and wethers…
The season is over; The shearing is done; The wages are paid; and The ‘sprees’ have begun. But never a shanty
It was a week from Christmas-time… As near as I remember, And half a year since, in the rear… We’d left the Darling timber. The track was hot and more than dr…