#Australians #XIXCentury #XXCentury
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;
A lonely child, with toil o’ertaxe… Sits Cinderella by the fire; Her limbs in weariness relaxed, And in her eyes a sad desire. But soon a wreath is on her brow;
Wrap me up in me stockwhip and bla… And bury me deep down below, Where this piffle and sham won’t d… In the land where the coolibahs gr… For I’ve stayed with some well-to…
LET the liar call me liar, And the robber call me thief. They can only fan the fire That is born of my belief. While I’m speaking, while I’m wri…
The world is narrow and ways are s… For little is new where the crowds… Greater, or smaller, the same old… And tired of all is the spirit tha… of the days when the world was wid…
I only woke this morning To find the world is fair— I’m going on for forty, With scarcely one grey hair; I’m going on for forty,
OH, the strength of the toil of t… And the clearer brain of the busin… Oh, the glorious freedom from busi… The past is dead, and the future a… She bore me old, and they kept me…
When you get tight in foreign land… You never need go slinking, No female neighbours lift their ha… And say “The brute!—he’s drinking… No mischief-maker runs with smiles
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…
“Was I at Eureka?” His figure wa… And a flood of proud recollections… With pleasure they lighted and gli… And we gathered about him and list… “Ah, those were the days,” said th…
By Lawson’s Hill, near Mudgee, On old Eurunderee— The place they called “New Pipecl… Where the diggers used to be— On a dreary old selection,
I’ve just received a letter from a… He’s working down in Auckland whe… The climate’s cooler there, but he… He sends the passage money, and he… (I’d like to see his face again,…
With our boundaries swung to the c… And the six-starred flag of our de… God grant from Greed or the dust… From all save our blood, if we mus… We yield no praise and we speak no…
I met Jack Ellis in town to-day— Jack Ellis—my old mate, Jack— Ten years ago, from the Castlerea… We carried our swags together away To the Never-Again, Out Back.
I was drifting in the drizzle past… Which, I’m told, is very tony—and… And I somehow fell a-thinking of… Of a palace in Australia called T… Just a little six-room’d shanty bu…
