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

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…

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;

A tall, slight, English gentleman… With an eyeglass to his eye; He mostly says “Good-Bai” to you, When he means to say “Good-bye”; He shakes hands like a ladies’ man…

So at last a toll they’ll levy For the passing fool who sings— Take the harp grown dull and heavy (With the dried blood on the strin… Let us sing, and sing right gaily,

So you rode from the range where y… Through the ghostly, grey Bush in… You rode slowly at first, lest her… That you were so glad to be gone; You had scarcely the courage to gl…

I long for the streets but the Lo… For there I am never a saint; There are lovable characters out i… With humour heroic and quaint; And, be it Up Country, or be it…

It has a “point” of neither sex But comes in guise of both, And, doubly dangerous complex, It is a thing to loathe— A lady with her sweet, sad smile,

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…

It was old Jerry Brown, Who’d an office in town, And he used to get jocular, very; And he’d go to the Shore When they’d serve him no more,

Listen! The end draws nearer, Nearer the morning—or night— And I see with a vision clearer That the beginning was right! These shall be words to remember

Fight through ignorance, want, and… Through the griefs that crush the… Push your way to a fortune fair, And the smiles of the world you’ll… Long, as a boy, for the chance to…

They sing of the grandeur of cliff… But the cliffs of the ocean are tr… And I long to wander and dream an… Where the cliffs by the ocean run… To the northward far as the eye ca…

On the moonlighted decks there are… While smoothly the steamer is hold… And the old folks are chatting on… And the lads and the lassies go st… Some gaze half-entranced on the be…

A public parlour in the slums, The haunt of vice and villainy, Where things are said unfit to hea… And things are done unfit to see; ’Mid ribald jest and reckless song…