1916
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On western plain and eastern hill Where once my fancy ranged, The station hands are riding still And they are little changed. But I have lost in London gloom
Our hull is seldom painted, Our decks are seldom stoned; Our sails are patched and cobbled And chains by rust marooned. Our rigging is untidy,
INTRODUCTION The theme is ancient as the hills, With all their prehistoric glory; But yet of Corney and his friend, We’ve often longed to tell the sto…
The rafters are open to sun, moon,… Thistles and nettles grow high in… The chimneys are crumbling, the lo… And green mosses spring from the h… The voices are silent, the bustle…
“Please God, we’ll make a scholar… She’s not like an empress, And crowned with raven hair, She is not “pert an’ bonny,” Nor “winsome, wee, an’ fair.”
Where the seasons are divided and… and the links are rather broken in… where the atmosphere is hazy under… lies the little town of Eton, rath… Near the township, in the graveyar…
If they missed my face in Farmers… When the landlord lit the lamp, They would grin and say in their c… 'Oh! he’s down at the Gipsy camp!… But they’d read of things in the…
Why are the sheoaks forever sighin… (Sheoaks that sigh when the wind i… Why are the dead hopes forever dyi… (Dead hopes that died and are with… As you make it and what you will.
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,
Old Mate! In the gusty old weath… When our hopes and our troubles we… In the years spent in wearing out… I found you unselfish and true— I have gathered these verses toget…
We learnt the creed at Hungerford… We learnt the creed at Bourke; We learnt it in the good times And learnt it out of work. We learnt it by the harbour-side
The night came down thro’ Deadman… Where the ghostly saplings bent Before a wind that tore the fly From many a digger’s tent. Dark as pitch, and the rain rushed…
Ben Boyd’s Tower is watching— Watching o’er the sea; Ben Boyd’s Tower is waiting For her and me. We do not know the day,
IN THE days that will be olden a… Ere the world emerged from darknes… On a mountain rising steeply from… Raised in scorn above the lowlands… Mammon Castle, built of marble th…
Tell a simple little story of a se… Where the soldier birds and farmer… While the sun shines—and they ofte… But it’s all about a young man who… One of Mason’s sons, Jim Mason,…