There is a flutter in the trees, And now a sudden, dread unease Stills all the bushland melodies Amid the gums; Stills now the song of wren and th…

‘Ho! the sky’s as blue as blazes a… An’ the dicky birds is singin’ ove… An’ I’m 'ummin’, softly 'ummin’,… An’ the chance to fill some blight… An’ the big guns they are boomin’,…

Ye are the Great White People, m… Spreading your stern dominion over… Here, where my fathers hunted sinc… To our land’s sweet, fecund places… Mouthing your creed of Culture to…

Young Benjamin left school this y… And stepped right in a job; And he starts in hope of a life ca… Like his eldest brother, Bob. But Sam, the lad who came between…

I wed him because he looked nice (… And I feared to be left on the sh… For I wouldn’t take mother’s advi… So I’ve no one to blame but mysel… My friends always said that he had…

We roam about the countryside And view the farmlands rolling wid… A picture surely this of peace, of… We mark within these sylvan scenes The whirr and clatter of machines

‘Give us gardens!’ said the artist… ‘Blatant brick and soulless stone, Never built a noble city. Man lives not by bread alone, Beauty brings, for our enrichment,

It was thus in the beginning: Wit… Jones contested an election years… He was young, enthusiastic, and ma… Were imperative to save the land f… For the laudable admiration of thi…

When we went singing down the road… In days when want was not a goad, Dull care behind us flinging, No step we stayed, no joy we misse… To hearken to the pessimist,

‘When I’m sittin’ in me dug-out,… An’ a yowlin’, 'owlin’ chorus come… Just a bit o’ 'Bonnie Mary’ Or 'Long Way to Tipperary’ Then I know I’m in Australia too…

The orchardist, with hope aglow, Sets out a crop of fruit to grow And sell it wisely where he can, Like any other business man; And he strives to make a contract…

Here my fancy finished; so, Dreaming, I could clearly see How he galloped. This was no Spectacle of misery. There I gazed, upon my pet

What have we missed? Now he retu… We are left with but our blindness… But, concentrating on his spats in… Missed all the lure of that impres… Caricaturists, gazing at his feet,

There’s a little spark and a wisp… By the road where the tall gums ar… And a mile away a care-free bloke Speeds onward in his car. No thought of evil mars his day,

With wood and wool for Adelaide The paddle boats came down When here this spritely river maid Built up her river town. Flanked by the green of spreading…