Will you allow me space in your columns to refer to a social question of some importance, and that is with regard to the utterly reckless way in which young men are drafted off f...

The gentlemen of Dickens Were mostly very poor, And innocent of grammar, And of parentage obscure; But rich or poor or thriving,

The Captains sailed from all the… And each one for his country’s eas… The Captains sailed to Southern… And some sailed out beyond the Wo… And each one for his daily bread,…

A day of seeming innocence, A glorious sun and sky, And, just above my picket fence, Black Bonnet passing by. In knitted gloves and quaint old d…

By his paths through the parched d… Hot rides and the terrible tramps; By the hunger, the thirst, the pri… Of his work in the further most ca… By his worth in the light that sha…

Day of ending for beginnings! Ocean hath another innings, Ocean hath another score; And the surges sing his winnings, And the surges shout his winnings,

The Russian march is soft and slo… Through dust and heat, or slush an… When the Russian skies hang grey… To the frontiers far where the Ru… And they march to-night and they m…

The Country Girl reflects at last… And well in her young days— For she is learning very fast, The worth of City ways. The emptiness of Tailors men

Grown tired of mourning for my sin… And brooding over merits— The other night with bothered brow I went amongst the spirits; And I met one that I knew well:

It was a week from Christmas-time… As near as I remember, And half a year since, in the rear… We’d left the Darling timber. The track was hot and more than dr…

We wrote and sang of a bush we nev… Had known in youth in the Western… Of the dear old homes by the shini… The deep, clear creeks and the hil… The grass waved high on the flat a…

They took dead Cromwell from his… And stuck his head on high; The Merry Monarch and his men, They laughed as they passed by The common people cheered and jeer…

We love the land when the world go… And deep, deep down in her thorny… Where nobody comes, and nobody kno… We love the Rose. Oh! we love the… And none to tell us, and none to t…

It was the King of Virland— O he was angry then— That rode to crush rebellion With twenty thousand men. His enemies he scattered

’Tis a yarn I heard of a new-chum… On the edge of the Never-Never, Where the dead men lie and the bla… And the bushman lies for ever. ’Twas the custom still with the lo…