#Australians #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Now comes to an end all our doloro… Clouds pass away and depression is… Because we were wise in our planni… The lesser of ills that the greate… Hope springs again in the heart of…
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
Light of my lives! Is the time no… Lo, I’ve brooded on a star Through many a year, with the hope… That, in some future far, I would know the joy of a love ret…
Jist ‘ere it gripped me, on a sudd… I wus diggin’ in the garden, talki… When it got me good an’ solid, an’… An’ curses soft down in me neck, a… Then, when I tries to straighten…
A fool and a bag in a belt of scru… Cloudless skies and the still hot… And the countryside’s in a mad hub… Terror is here and the world’s abl… Five thousand sheep went West tod…
They fights their fights and they… As they did before the white man c… Far in the unexplored Outback, Where still Australia’s mostly bl… They little know of white men’s la…
Gold days give way to sudden rain, But what, I ask, of that? For I am my own man again, And gloom comes sprawling flat. Let grouchers grieve and nurse the…
‘When I’m sittin’ in me dug-out w… An’ a yowlin’, 'owlin’ chorus come… Jist a bit o’ 'Bonnie Mary’ or '… Then I know I’m in Australia, to… They’ve bin up agin it solid since…
Whene’er I read some savage tale Of punishment devised By tyrants in an olden day, When serfs were victimised, I reverently tell myself:
CHARLES: So, brother, I am out and yu are… Farewell, farewell, to all my sple… Yet, just to know ’tis you, dear… Tinges my melancholy with delight.
It was the schooner Desperate That sailed the southern sea, And the skipper had brought his li… To our centenary. Blue were her eyes and plucked her…
Once on a time, a party by the nam… Discovered that with many schemes… His cares of family were great. F… They were, indeed, of goodly breed… But Mr. BULL’s domestic cares (…
‘I should go mad,’ he said, 'in su… The lack of company, the lonelines… Nothing but trees to stare you in… Nothing to do; no life; no pep; no… I’d die of melancholy.' I said ‘Y…
By gar! I tell-a you, t’ings don’… Since da war he come wit’ a rush, When Nicko, da boss at da fry-fis… He sack-a Black Sam, da slush. I tella you how Nick t’row Sam ou…
From Camoweal to Windywoe, from… We’ll drag the line around the map… Scross the desert, to the swamp, a… ‘Our ’ Sacred Rights must be pres… One night, while others were abed,
