1916
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‘For he rides hard to dull the pai… Who rides from him who loves him b… But he rides slowly home again, Whose restless heart must rove for…
With eyes that are narrowed to pie… To the awful horizons of land, Through the blaze of hot days, and… White heat-waves that flow on the… Through the Never Land westward a…
WE THROW us down on the dusty p… When the gold has gone from the we… But we rise and tramp on the track… For we’re tired—too tired to rest. Darker and denser the shadows fall
BY RIGHT of birth in southern l… I see my country ruined by the wro… And shall I stand with fireless e… While Mammon builds his Londons o… CHORUS:
’Tis sunrise over Watson, Where I sailed out to sea, On that wild run to London That wrecked and ruined me. The beauty of the morning
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…
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…
He longed to be a Back-Blocks Ba… And fame he wished to win— He wrote at night and studied hard (He read THE BULLETIN); He sent in “stuff” unceasingly,
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…
Some born of homely parents For ages settled down— The steady generations Of village, farm, and town: And some of dusky fathers
When at first in foreign parts Was her flag unfurled, England was a Gipsy lass Peddling round the world. Sailing on the Spanish Main—
Now up and down the siding brown The great black crows are flyin’, And down below the spur, I know, Another `milker’s’ dyin’; The crops have withered from the g…
James Patrick O’Hara, the Justic… He bossed the P.M. and he bossed… A parent, a deacon, a landlord was… A townsman of weight was O’Hara,… He gave out the prizes, foundation…
He’s gone to England for a wife Among the ladies there; And yet I know a lass he deemed The rarest of the rare. He’s gone to England for a wife;
I listened through the music and t… And all the hollow noises of that… I heard beyond the music and beyon… The steady tramp of thousands that… Tramp! tramp! tramp!