#AustralianWriters
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…
When he’s over a rough and unpopul… With the sins of the bank and the… When he musn’t look black or indul… And thirty or forty men hate him l… I am moved to admit—when the total…
Light on the towns and cities, and… The Big Five met in the world’s l… And the future of man is settled a… The lamb shall lie down with the l… The brave man go with the coward,…
'Twas merry when the hut was ful… Of jolly girls and fellows. We danced and sang until we burst The concertina’s bellows. From distant Darling to the sea,
Somewhere in the mystic future, on… There’s a very pleasant country th… It has inland towns, and cities by… But the people of the country diff… It is many leagues beyond us, and…
Do you think, you slaves of a thou… You can crush the spirit that has… When you’ve scattered the last of… You will hold the land– ay, you’ll… Till your gold has levelled each m…
Are you coming, Ivan, coming?—Ah,… In the vast land that we know not—… We are watching through the daybre… For the dots upon the skyline—blac… We are watching through the mornin…
Sing the strong, proud song of La… Toss the ringing music high; Liberty’s a nearer neighbour Than she was in days gone by. Workmen’s weary wives and daughter…
So the world of odds and evens cea… and the niggard road no longer ech… For another bushman found him with… And the shadows were upon him, and… And it told the stray Camboonian…
The world is narrow and ways are s… For little is new where the crowds… Greater, or smaller, the same old… And tired of all is the spirit tha… of the days when the world was wid…
I’ve done with joys an’ misery, An’ why should I repine? There’s no one knows the past but… An’ that ol’ dog o’ mine. We camp an’ walk an’ camp an’ walk…
By hut, homestead and shearing she… By railroad, coach and track– By lonely graves where rest the de… Up-Country and Out-Back: To where beneath the clustered sta…
An’ SO ’e’s dead in London, An’ answered to the call, An’ trotted through the Long Stre… With ’earse an’ plumes an’ all? We was village boys an’ brothers—
O I dreamt I shore in a shearing… For every one of the rouseabouts w… Dressed up like a page in a pantom… They had flaxen hair they had coal… There was short plump girls there…
He’s somewhere up in Queensland, The old folks used to say; He’s somewhere up in Queensland, The people say to-day. But Somewhere (up in Queensland)