#AustralianWriters
So the world of odds and evens cea… and the niggard road no longer ech… For another bushman found him with… And the shadows were upon him, and… And it told the stray Camboonian…
When you’ve managed with the tailo… And you find the coat or trousers… Do not fret and swear and worry, m… I have been through many new suits… When your girl is interfering with…
They were hanging men in Buckland… The parson from his pulpit and the… They were hanging men and brothers… When a quiet man from Buckland ro… Not a young man in his glory fille…
They proved we could not think nor… They proved we could not write, They proved we drank the day away And raved through half the night. They proved our stars were never u…
BRAVE the anger of the wealthy!… Tell the Truth in simple language… And they’ll read it by the slush-l… I have seen the People’s triumph… It as pictured by the campfires do…
Over there, above the jetty, stand… With a tennis ground and terrace,… They are gentlemen and ladies—they… But old Varden’s been unlucky—los… Troubles gathered fast upon him wh…
It’s oh! for a rivet in marriage b… And a splice in the knot untied— The sanctity of the marriage tie Is growing more sanctified! They’re getting mixed up in societ…
When first I came to town, resolv… To fight my way alone, No prouder foot than mine e’er tro… Upon the pavement stone; But I am one in thousands,
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…
He had offices in Sydney, not so… And his shingle bore the legend ‘… But his real name was Careless, a… And his relatives decided that he… ‘Twas their gentle tongues that bl…
Arouseabout of rouseabouts, from a… I bear a nick-name of the bush, an… I came from where I camp’d last n… I rub the darkness from my eyes, r… Some take the track for bitter pri…
You almost heard the surface bake,… You could have watched the grass s… In such a drought the strongest he… 'Twould frighten Satan to his hom… The tanks went dry on Ninety Mile…
Once more I write a line to you, While darker shadows fall; Dear friends of mine who have been… And steadfast through it all. If I have written bitter rhymes,
I mind the river from Mount Frome To Ballanshantie’s Bridge, The Mudgee Hills, and Buckaroo, Lowe’s Peak, and Granite Ridge. The “tailers” in the creek beneath…
Well Boory, I have read your “gri… And listened to your whine; I only wish you’d sent it in Before I printed mine. You see, I never meant to hit