#Australians
If ole Pharaoh, King of Egyp’, '… ‘E’d’ ave give the A.I.F. a nars… When they done their little best t… An’ to shift ‘is ancient ’eap uv s… An’ I’m tippin’ they’d ‘ave pheny…
Beneath a lamp in Spring-street,… I came unwittingly upon a most pat… A sorry spectacle of woe - a limp,… Who leaned against a post and sobb… ‘I’ve lorst me trust in 'uman men;…
Spring is a flirt. Unexpectedly… Over the shoulder of some far blue… We glimpse the blue eyes of her, s… We hold out our hands to her, all… A bloom in her lips, for a moment…
Joseph Jones and Peter Dawking Strove in an election fight; And you’d think, to hear them talk… Each upheld the people’s right. Each declared he stood for Progre…
Now, Plugger Palook was a man in… (Said Horace the Howler) not one… But his barrackers vowed that he w… Full scope for his talents account… For Plugger Palook was a football…
Son of our King: When yoemen sail… From Britain to expand her sway, The coward from High venture quai… The weakling sank beside the way. None save the strong in that far d…
By gar! I tell-a you, t’ings don’… Since da war he come wit’ a rush, When Nicko, da boss at da fry-fis… He sack-a Black Sam, da slush. I tella you how Nick t’row Sam ou…
He dreaded not dark, nor the lonel… For the world, as he knew it, was… Nor threat of the risk, nor necess… Gave fear to his innocent mind. He was merely abroad for a country…
There on the quay sobbed Bones, A… And he took me by the hand. Says he to me, 'I’ve quit the sea An’ I’m huntin’ a berth on land. ‘Er doom ‘as come; an’ the days o’…
Not in our public parks, for priva… This centuries-old precursor of al… That lured babes in old Italy and… To plague for pence their medieval… Not for the modern child: this cru…
They say a touch of spring is in t… They say the wattle trees with blo… They say each garden now begins to… (Not that I care) A festal garb that waxes day by da…
With a sprig in my beak, I repeat… For a spot where a poor bird may r… While tumultuous man strives in va… That may build me a permanent nest… But I’m sick of this search. All…
To this green place the tourists t… By twos, by threes, and group by g… Lads in bright blazers, girls in s… Hikers with rucksack on their back… And bush ways, till their advent s…
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;
O, the trees grow straight and the… And the trees grow all around; And the long limbs sprout the trun… Where the Davlo owl is found. And the Davlo bird is most absurd
