#AustralianWriters
They were men of many nations, the… They were men in many places, and… Men of many types and faces, but,… They were men I met in trouble, a… Some were friends, but most were s…
I was welcome in a palace when the… I was petted in a garden and my tr… But for me above the alleys there… Where the third-rate public houses… Where the third-rate public houses
I HATE this grinding poverty— To toil, and pinch, and borrow, And be for ever haunted by The spectre of to-morrow. It breaks the strong heart of a ma…
The diggings were just in their gl… With recommendations, he told me,… He read me his recommendations—he… The first one was signed by an El… The meenister called him 'ungodly—…
Set me back for twenty summers— For I’m tired of cities now— Set my feet in red-soil furrows And my hands upon the plough, With the two 'Black Brothers’ tru…
Our Andy’s gone to battle now 'Gainst Drought, the red marauder… Our Andy’s gone with cattle now Across the Queensland border. He’s left us in dejection now;
When at first in foreign parts Was her flag unfurled, England was a Gipsy lass Peddling round the world. Sailing on the Spanish Main—
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,
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!
They stood by the door of the Inn… May Carney looked up in the bushr… ‘Oh! why did you come?—it was mad… You know that the troopers are out… A laugh and a shake of his obstina…
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
Where’s the steward?—Bar-room ste… I have left a three-pound billet j… Brighter shines the Star of Rover… But I think I’d give a kingdom fo… Run of rocky shelves at sunrise, w…
They have eaten their fill at your… Like friends since the land was wo… And they rise with a cry of “Aust… With the wheeze of “Australia’s d… Oh, the theme is stale, but they t…
To my fellow sinners all, who, in… Through the Commonwealth to-night… New Year’s Resolutions are jerry-… But I want to say to you, “Give y… You who drink for drinking’s sake,…
The future was dark and the past w… As they gazed on the sea once more… But a nation was born when the imm… ‘Good-bye!’ as they stepped ashore… In their loneliness they were part…