#AustralianWriters
When friends are listening round m… And I am lying in a sleep they sa… Don’t notice what the doctor says,… I’ll tell you how to rouse me if… Just you bring in your fiddle, Ja…
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
Ah, well! but the case seems hopel… The people gabble of old things ov… For the sake of the sleek importer… While hundreds of boys in Austral… A new generation has risen under…
They took dead Cromwell from his… And stuck his head on high; The Merry Monarch and his men, They laughed as they passed by The common people cheered and jeer…
It’s oh! for a rivet in marriage b… And a splice in the knot untied— The sanctity of the marriage tie Is growing more sanctified! They’re getting mixed up in societ…
The squatter saw his pastures wide Decrease, as one by one The farmers moving to the west Selected on his run; Selectors took the water up
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…
BRAVE the anger of the wealthy!… Tell the Truth in simple language… And they’ll read it by the slush-l… I have seen the People’s triumph… It as pictured by the campfires do…
From Crow’s Nest here by Sydney… Where crows had nests of old I see the Range where day goes do… The dim blue in the gold. And sometimes wonder, half in doub…
The Big rough boys from the runs… And yelled in the slang of the Ou… ‘It’s not too rusty’—and ‘Wool aw… ‘Sheep O! Sheep O!’—‘We’ll cut o… ‘What price the tally in camp to-n…
MY father-in-law is a careworn ma… And a silent man is he; But he summons a smile as well as… Whenever he meets with me. The sign we make with a silent sha…
BEATEN back in sad dejection, After years of weary toil On that burning hot selection Where the drought has gorged his s… All in vain ’gainst him, the vultu…
Where the needle-woman toils Through the night with hand and br… Till the sickly daylight shudders… Till her eyes seem to crawl, And her brain seems to creep—
A day of seeming innocence, A glorious sun and sky, And, just above my picket fence, Black Bonnet passing by. In knitted gloves and quaint old d…
By his paths through the parched d… Hot rides and the terrible tramps; By the hunger, the thirst, the pri… Of his work in the further most ca… By his worth in the light that sha…