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My army, O, my army! The time I… I want to see your colours; I wan… I heard them in my boyhood when al… I heard them as a Young Man—and… My army, O, my army! The signs ar…
He was lengthsman on the railway,… That “pre-eminence in sorrow” of t… But as dear to him and precious we… Were the workman’s little daughter… Speak their names in tones that li…
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,
Our Andy’s gone to battle now 'Gainst Drought, the red marauder… Our Andy’s gone with cattle now Across the Queensland border. He’s left us in dejection now;
The lovely Port of Sydney Lies laughing to the sky, The bonny Port of Sydney, Where the ships of nations lie. You shall never see such beauty,
'Twas merry when the hut was ful… Of jolly girls and fellows. We danced and sang until we burst The concertina’s bellows. From distant Darling to the sea,
Shrivelled leather, rusty buckles,… Scorched for months upon the pomme… Shrunken eyes that once were light… And the sores upon our eyelids are… And our hair is thin and dying fro…
By the bodies and minds and souls… In the city’s offal-holes, where t… By the prayers that bubble out, bu… We swear the tyrants of earth to r… By the child that sees the light,…
The Valley’s full of misty cloud, Its tinted beauty drowning, The Eucalypti roar aloud, The mountain fronts are frowning. The mist is hanging like a pall
Boys out there by the western cree… Who hurry away from school, To climb the spurs of the breezy p… Or dive in the shaded pool. right—When the world was wide
Now, with the wars of the world be… Now while the frightened nations r… Now, when our blathering fools are… All unprovided and unprepared, the… “Get the people– no matter how,” t…
"Like clouds o’er the South are t… On fair islands that we would comm… But clouds that are darker and den… Have sailed from an Isle in the N… And rest on our Southern Land.
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…
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,
They were men of many nations, the… They were men in many places, and… Men of many types and faces, but,… They were men I met in trouble, a… Some were friends, but most were s…