Will you allow me space in your columns to refer to a social question of some importance, and that is with regard to the utterly reckless way in which young men are drafted off f...

We knew too little of the world, And you and I were good— ’Twas paltry things that wrecked o… As well I knew they would. The people said our love was dead,

A public parlour in the slums, The haunt of vice and villainy, Where things are said unfit to hea… And things are done unfit to see; ’Mid ribald jest and reckless song…

They’re shifting old North Sydney… Perhaps ’tis just as well— They’re carting off the houses Where the old folks used to dwell. Where only ghosts inhabit

Three bushmen one morning rode up… And one of them called for the dri… They’d only returned from a trip t… And, eager to greet them, the land… He absently poured out a glass of…

When the caravans of wool-teams cl… On a spur among the mountains stoo… It was built of bark and saplings,… But ‘twas good enough for bushmen… Just a quiet little shanty kept by…

You almost heard the surface bake,… You could have watched the grass s… In such a drought the strongest he… 'Twould frighten Satan to his hom… The tanks went dry on Ninety Mile…

I want to be lighting my pipe on d… With my baggage safe below— I want to be free of the crowded q… While the steamer’s swinging slow. I want to be free of treachery,

Arming down along the stream, Along the sparkling water, And past the pool where lilies gle… There comes the squatter’s daughte… Her eyes are kind; her lips are wa…

He has notions of Australia from… Land of leggings and revolvers, la… So he begs old shirts, and someone… He is shipped as ‘general servant,… (In the steamer’s grimy alley, hat…

The rafters are open to sun, moon,… Thistles and nettles grow high in… The chimneys are crumbling, the lo… And green mosses spring from the h… The voices are silent, the bustle…

LET the liar call me liar, And the robber call me thief. They can only fan the fire That is born of my belief. While I’m speaking, while I’m wri…

We hear a great commotion 'Bout the ship that comes to grief… That founders in mid-ocean, Or is driven on a reef; Because it’s cheap and brittle

They cheered him from the wharf—it… His hand went to his scarf—his tho… Oh, he was “Jolly Good”, they san… The money lender stood unknown amo… He’d taken him aside, while trembl…

Black Scots and red Scots, Red Scots and black; I hae dealt wi’ the red Scot, An’ dealt wi’ the black. The Red Scot is angry