#AustralianWriters
While you use your best endeavour… The gambling and the drink which a… While you glorify the bully and ta… You’re a clever southern writer, s… If you sing of waving grasses when…
Jim Duff was a ‘native,’as wild a… A stealer and duffer of cattle was… But back in his youth he had stole… Or a diamond rather—the heart of a… She served with a squatter who liv…
He was lengthsman on the railway,… That “pre-eminence in sorrow” of t… But as dear to him and precious we… Were the workman’s little daughter… Speak their names in tones that li…
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…
They’d parted but a year before—sh… She stammer’d, blushed, held out h… How could he know that all the whi… He called her ‘Miss le Brook,’ an… They’d parted but a year before; t…
The centuries found me to nations… My people have crowned me and made… My royal regalia is love, truth, a… A girl called Australia– I’ve com… Though no fields of conquest grew…
“Call that a yarn!” said old Tom… “What rot! I’ll lay my hat I’ll sling you a yarn worth more n… Such pumped-up yarns as that.” And thereupon old Tommy “slew”
The gentlemen of Dickens Were mostly very poor, And innocent of grammar, And of parentage obscure; But rich or poor or thriving,
Now this is the creed from the Bo… Should be simple and plain to a du… “If a man’s in a hole you must pas… Were he jail-bird or gentleman onc…
It surely cannot be too soon, and… It tones with all Australia’s tun… And so I bring an old refrain fro… And lift the good old words again,… She bore me on her tented fields,…
From Woolwich and Brentford and… Oh, the Cockney soul is a silent… But out on the sand with a broken… And, with never a laugh, in a gale… Oh, send them a tune from the musi…
It is well when you’ve lived in cl… To mourn for the days gone by, Would I live the same life over Could I live again? Not I! But, knowing the false from the re…
John Cornstalk lives in the South… What says Cornstalk John? Jack Cornstalk says in a loud fir… “Land of the South, lead on.” CHORUS:
Dust, dust, dust and a dog— Oh! The sheep-dog won’t be last. When the long, long, shadow of the… With the shadow of his mate is cas… A brick-brown woman with the brick…
As the night was falling slowly do… From a slum in Jones’s Alley slop… And he scowled towards the North,… As he hooked his little finger in… Then his whistle, loud and shrill,…