#Australians
Down among the strawberries, Up among the plums, Cheeping in the cherry-tree When early autumn comes, In our silver spectacles
Greyer and older, still they stand Wearier, quieter, still they pray; Men who had offered their all to a… And their thoughts run back to an… When Youth sailed gallantly, gail…
‘Eroes? Orright. You ’ave it ‘ow… Throw up yer little ’at an’ come t… But not too much ‘Three-’Earty-C… There’s other things that 'e’ll be… The boys won’t 'ave them kid-stake…
Hey, there! Listen awhile! List… Down in the street there are march… Bim! Boom!! Out of the room!… Isn’t it grand? The band! The b… Oh, the clarinet is the finest yet…
Said the Digger: 'Soon forgot!… Better so, may be. . . Why not? Beauty fades and laurels rot; Last year’s roses are no more. Fame?' the one-armed Digger said,
Gentlemen! a politician, One who values his position, Stands, with easy confidence, Here before you on the fence. For he knows full well, good frien…
Yes!!! So we will Throw care away, If for no other reason than that '… Delight our brother. We’ll gaily 'mooch’ along in tram…
I saw him stand, a Polar man, Cold anger in his frigid eye, Facing it wild, unruly clan Who poised their fiery shafts on h… Strangely, his very coldness fed
There was never a hint, when I wa… That the joy of the wilds might br… Never a thought that a wild thing… Might wake in the slayer pain for… We were savages all, with the hunt…
If, some day, you should find me,… If you should stumble o’er my life… In some still thoroughfare or publ… And sadly say: ‘Alack, and had he lived, as like…
Little Miss Muffet Sat at a buffet Willing the time away. When there came a big cider And sat down beside her . . .
Is youth not less pedantic, less a… Less prone to value things of litt… In failing to wax wrath about a wo… That bears suspicion of a lowly bi… All words have known their low and…
I said goodbye to the bees last F… To blooms, and to things like thes… Was shouting loud from the hills,… His gossamer net that fills frail… So I said goodbye to the bees; fo…
There’s a big, brown man in the hi… Whom the nation had forgot; He’s a stolid man and a patient ma… And he does not talk a lot: And the seasons frown or the seaso…
Aw, go write yer tinklin’ jingle,… Fer the mamby-pamby girl, all fluf… Them’s the sort ter fetch yer trou… Blow yer beauty! Wot’s the matter… Them there rhymers uv the wattle!…