#Australians #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Ten miles down Reedy River A pool of water lies, And all the year it mirrors The changes in the skies. Within that pool’s broad bosom
Drums of all that’s right and wron… And the new-born baby hears them a… Drums of all that is to be, and al… And we hear them when we’re dreami… Drums of martyred innocence and dr…
And now a son has come again To keep the peace or strike the bl… And have a long, great, glorious r… Through calm or tempest, weal or w… And strange things set me wonderin…
’Twas in the felon’s dock he stood… His voice with grief was broken, a… He muttered, as that broken nose h… ‘It’s orfal when the p’leece has g… ‘I am a honest workin’ cove, as an…
Did you hear the children singing,… Did you hear the children singing… In the sunshine and the rain, As they’ll never sing again— Hear the little school-girls singi…
BEATEN back in sad dejection, After years of weary toil On that burning hot selection Where the drought has gorged his s… All in vain ’gainst him, the vultu…
Where shall we go for prophecy? W… The holiday street is crowded, pav… Band and banner pass by us, and th… But that great waiting silence is… Where is the cheering and laughter…
The brown eyes came from Asia, wh… Ere the masters of Soul Secrets d… And the Brown Eyes came to Egypt… And the Brown Eyes went from Egy… There was strife amongst the Brow…
Man, is the Sea your master? Sea,… This is the song of brave men who… Ceaselessly watching to save you,… Soundly asleep in your state room,… Life is a dream, they tell us, but…
Oh, do you hear the argument, far… The voice of old Saint Peter, in… Growing shrill, and ever shriller,… More in sorrow than in anger, like… Old Saint Peter’s had his trouble…
The centuries found me to nations… My people have crowned me and made… My royal regalia is love, truth, a… A girl called Australia– I’ve com… Though no fields of conquest grew…
WHEN you drink of what the poets… And yer mouth, in spite of laughin… Do not whine for help or pity; nev… Lay yer list’ners back and fight… Though the world on empty pockets…
It is New Year’s Day and I rise… The Bards have commenced to fill… They’re patting their binjies with… That a binjied bard is a bard inde… Old chaps,
Now, I think there is a likeness… For he did a lot of trampin’ long… He was 'union’ when the workers fi… And I’m glad that old St Peter k… When the ancient agitator and his…
We’re marching along, we’re gath’r… We place on our right reliance, We fling in the air, for all who c… Our first loud notes of defiance! We fling in the air,