#AustralianWriters
Come mourn with me for the land of… Oh, weep with me for the luckless… Of the land of Gosh, where the sa… The patient shores, and the great… His sodden sorrow hugs;
I’d like to be a baker, and come w… Calling out, ‘Beeay-ko!’ (that’s… Riding in a rattle-cart that jogs… Selling all the sweetest things a… Currant-buns and brandy-snaps, pas…
Lo, I listened to the bleating of… Squatters’ sheep And I sat me down and pondered lo… And a cloud of gloom came o’er me At the empty leagues before me
Flippity-flop! Flippity-flop! Here comes the butcher to bring us… Cantering, cantering down the wide… On his little bay mare with the fu… Cantering, cantering out to the fa…
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,
There’s a good time coming in the… And I wish, oh, how I wish that i… There’s a wise day dawning, by the… To usher in the glad millenium. When heaven-sent technocracy displ…
O, Cohen, hear our song of sentim… Withdraw thy sordid thoughts from… And, for, the sake of Empire, gen… Lend us a million quid. If England’s great Financial Hou…
Hoping you will not deem it rude, I’d like to call an interlude In our remarkable array Of leading statesmen of the day, And introduce to you forthwith
What do they dream about standing… In the windows facing the street? Eyes transfixed in a strange, far… Smiles so ineffably sweet; Lady and gentleman dummies clad
‘Why do they do it? I dunno,’ Sez Digger Smith. ‘Yeh got me be… Some uv the yarns yeh ’ear is true… An’ some is rather umptydoo, An’ some is - indiscreet.
A man without a party, he Knows nought of obligation To any friend; but, fancy free. He represents the nation. In lonely majesty he sits
At the meeting of the waters Where the dark tree shadows play Wangaratta’s sons and daughters Dream the drowsy hours away; Placid see the season’s greeting
‘Could you give me a bite to eat?’… As he tarried by my back door. And I thought of the dull, lean d… As I glanced at the clothes he wo… Patched in places, and worn and ol…
Now Joi, the rebel, he had a son In far, far Gosh where the tall t… Said Joi: ‘In Gosh there shall y… To scorn this life of a self-made… To spurn the law of the Knight, S…
Once a little sugar ant made up hi… To fare away far away, far away fr… He had eaten all his breakfast, an… To see what he should chance to se… Up and down a fern frond, round an…