#AustralianWriters
Did you ever meet Bert? 'E’s all… In offices, shops an’ in various p… Cocky an’ all; an’ you can’t keep… I never seen no one so lucky at ra… Backs all the winners or very near…
A golden maid whose golden voice Calls to the northern lands, Of riches she has had her choice. Twin treasures to make men rejoice Came easy to her hands:
War raged around this troubled wor… When I was but a lad, And into battle men were hurled, As some ambition mad Moved kings on their unstable thro…
A word out of season Of vapid unreason May seem mere political twaddle at… But this thing needs abatement If, with each wild statement
Not guilty, yer Honers! I talks… An’ I calls it a pretty crook gam… An’ an ‘og of a thing, if the copp… Such dishonor as this on me name On me name that ’as stood fer up’o…
We didn’t like the bo’sun’s mate (Yo, 'eave ho! an’ a bottle o’ le… Becos ‘is dile filled us wiv ’ate (Yo, 'eave ho! An’ a bottle o’ n… Miss).
Not guilty, yer Honor . . . An’ g… I’d like for to plead this 'ere… Plus one flamin’ goat with a terri… Great grin on 'is map wot 'ud… ‘E lobs in me shop an’ - “Is th…
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
Alas, my dear, be you high-born, Or just a Sydney cutie, I fear you’ve earned a he-man’s sc… Thro’ failing in your duty. A lady would avert her eyes,
‘E’s a tough ole salt, With a 'ide well tanned, An’ it ain’t 'is fault If the craft is manned With a motley sort er crew.
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…
Far in the forest depths I dwell, The master mimic of them all, To pour from out my secret dell Echo of many a bushland call, That over all the forest spills;
In early, prehistoric days, before… When neolithic Nature fashioned t… That was large as it was rugged, a… There arose a dusky human who was… Now, this was in the days when liv…
What do you think I saw to-day wh… Blue Wrens and Yellow-tails danci… Bobbing here, and bowing there, go… And how I wished that you were th… But you were snug abed, my boy, bl…
I can not recall his heyday; for… When his curly hair had thinned a… That he kept the local fruit shop… For our Captain Curly Taplin was… The details of his uniform grow va…