#Australians #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Once have we bashed him on the hea… Twice have we stabbed him deep; Thrice have we left him there for… And yet he will not sleep; But rise up from out his grave
‘The flamin’ cows!' ‘e ses; ’e did… ’Twas ‘orrible the langwidge that… It made me blood run cold to ‘ear… An’ me that taken-back-like an’ co… W’ile them poor beasts 'e belted a…
I’m standin’ at the corner uv the… The Land called Spadgers - waitin… The night’s come chilly, an’ a dri… Falls steady where a near-by stree… A gashly yeller light on stones al…
The Children of the Sun are out, About the hills and beaches The stolid burghers halo and stout… The tailored sheik, the city lout, And plain blokes with their peache…
Child of a myriad varied voices ca… O’er countless leagues of space in… Tho’ captious critics view your wa… And fain would quiet your all too… Raw youth must have its fling; and…
Knockin’ about (said Benny, the T… By the Rocks an’ Woolloomooloo, Oh, I was a low-brow, right enoug… And a bit of a bounder, too. Kickin’ about with me larrikin ban…
She never nagged; she never said n… But sat an’ looked at me an’ never… I could 'a’ bluffed it out if she… Fair narked, an’ let me ‘ave it wi… It silence told me ‘ow ’er ‘eart w…
Haw! Ai’ve just obteened a pension for… And you should hev seen the people… Re-ally, it was surpraising! Maind, Ai am not criticaising,
He was a Glug of simple charm; He wished no living creature harm. His kindly smile like sunlight fel… On all about, and wished them well… Yet, 'spite the cheerful soul of…
I got the oil: too right. A cove… Yes; ole Bill Shane. You’ve ‘ea… Big racin’ 'ead. There’s no need… The things he don’t know about a '… Good ole Bill Shane. They say h…
Oh, this is the week when no rhyms… On the joy of the bush or the ills… Nor pour out his soul in delectabl… Of women and wine and the lure the… Nor pen philosophic if foolish dis…
Come mourn with me for the land of… Oh, weep with me for the luckless… Of the land of Gosh, where the sa… The patient shores, and the great… His sodden sorrow hugs;
A vase upon the mantelpiece, A ship upon the sea, A goat upon a mountain-top Are much the same to me; But when you mention melon jam,
A noble lesson this should teach, Dear children unto you. If other people’s goods you reach, Of rectitude ‘twill be a breach, Or parsons will your virtues preac…
Aw, I’m sick o’ the whole darn hu… An’ I’m sick o’ this mundane ball… I’m sick o’ the sight o’ me brothe… An’ his works an’ talk an’ all; I’m sick o’ the silly sounds I he…
