#AustralianWriters
A duty done... What else was ther… A simple matter; and as simply sol… His straight young mind worked str… As ever youth’s clean mind. Here… And weighty pondering of faith or…
By White Horse Tavern, White Ho… In olden days wound down; And many a waggon bore its load And many a bullock felt the goad From town to country town.
As I went down a forest place At the closing of the year To find me peace, and gather grace In this green gladness here. I saw a scene I knew of old,
I nigh drops dead (the bo’sun said… When the gist of things I grip In the land by these 'ere Souther… As I seen on my long last trip. They seems a joke, them curious fo…
Mrs Munn, the midwife - Mother M… Wallowed in the world’s woes; sick… She spared no grisly detail as she… When - 'Me an’ Doctor Littlejohn… For - 'Me an’ Doctor Littlejohn…
Spring surely must be near. High… The kind blue heavens bend to timb… And here, this morning, is the pic… That I have learned to love the b… I hear Flame Robin call
I wus pickin’ gipsy vi’lits fer to… We ‘ad words . . . about pianners… ’Igh words, about 'igh-toned idear… ’E started school a month ago, an’… But, judgin’ be the scraps ‘e ’as,…
I’ad the money in me 'and! Fair dinkum! Right there, by the… I tole me wife at breakfus’ time, Straight out: ‘Trivalve,’ I sez ‘… Trivalve,’ I sez. An’, all the w…
’Tis morn. An individualistic cock Proclaims the fact. The dissipated cat sneaks home for… ’Tis time to get up and act!
Come, let us sing with a right goo… (Sing hey for lifting lay, sing he… Of any old, sunny old, silly old t… (Sing ho for the ballad of a backb… The sun shone brightly overhead,
Charity, Charity - parson and pri… Ever in church and in chapel have… ‘Give ye in charity e’en to the le… So may the favor of Heaven be bou… Strive ye in Virtue, for Him that…
‘Eroes? Orright. You ’ave it ‘ow… Throw up yer little ’at an’ come t… But not too much ‘Three-’Earty-C… There’s other things that 'e’ll be… The boys won’t 'ave them kid-stake…
There is women, yer Worship, of v… An’ some of 'em’s fluffy a’ foolis… An’ some is sispicious an’ mean in… An’ others fair set-like an’ mulis… There is some, as I owns, is real…
I knew a poor remittance man, A decent chap, but funny, In days when my ideas began To be controlled by money He wore a swank, patrician air;
Crow I detest the Carrion Crow! (He’s a raven, don’t you know?) He’s a greedy glutton, also, and a… And his sanctimonious caw