#AustralianWriters
“Now tell me what can England do?… Said the Kaiser to the Spy. “She can do nought, your Majesty— You rule the sea and sky. Her day of destiny is done;
It was the Man from Waterloo, When work in town was slack, Who took the track as bushmen do, And humped his swag out back. He tramped for months without a bo…
Ah, well! but the case seems hopel… The people gabble of old things ov… For the sake of the sleek importer… While hundreds of boys in Austral… A new generation has risen under…
There’s many a schoolboy’s bat and… For he hears a voice in the future… A serious light in his eyes is see… He keeps his kit and his rifle cle… But straight or crooked, or round,…
(Writer was brought in long clothe… Said Grenfell to my spirit, “You’… Of the charms of other places, and… You have claimed another native pl… Since you never paid a visit to a…
Bill and Jim are mates no longer—… Those two bushmen hate each other… Yet erstwhile they were as brother… Ne’er were mates to one another ha… Bill was one of those who have to…
We learnt the creed at Hungerford… We learnt the creed at Bourke; We learnt it in the good times And learnt it out of work. We learnt it by the harbour-side
WE THROW us down on the dusty p… When the gold has gone from the we… But we rise and tramp on the track… For we’re tired—too tired to rest. Darker and denser the shadows fall
From Crow’s Nest here by Sydney… Where crows had nests of old I see the Range where day goes do… The dim blue in the gold. And sometimes wonder, half in doub…
The world goes round, old fellow, And still I’m in the swim, While my wife’s second husband Is growing old and grim. I meet him in the city—
“Call that a yarn!” said old Tom… “What rot! I’ll lay my hat I’ll sling you a yarn worth more n… Such pumped-up yarns as that.” And thereupon old Tommy “slew”
’Tis strange on such a peaceful da… With white clouds flying o’er, That foreign boats are in the bay As prisoners of war. The Harbour, where they quietly l…
There’s a light out there in the n… In the dawn of Nineteen Nine; There’s the old ghost light in t… Where the black rocks meet the bri… Here’s the same old strife and t…
The Eagle screams at the beck of… Must wrestle the right to live or… For, as in the days when the bucca… The national honour is one thing d… She has slaughtered thousands with…
I’ve followed all my tracks and wa… I’ve been right back to boyhood’s… But every dream and every track—an… They all lead on, or they lead bac… No sign that green grass ever grew…
