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- By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed,
By railroad, coach, and track —88 lines, 5 comments - Now the tent poles are rotting, the camp fires are dead,
And the possums may gambol in trees overhead;40 lines - ’Tis no tale of heroism, ’tis no tale of storm and strife,
But of ordinary boozing, and of dull domestic life—69 lines - The fields are fair in autumn yet, and the sun's still shining there,
But we bow our heads and we brood and fret, because of the masks we wear;16 lines, 12 comments - When you’re suffering hard for your sins, old man,
When you wake to trouble and sleep ill—27 lines - A son of elder sons I am,
Whose boyhood days were cramped and scant,223 lines - Out there by the rocks, at the end of the bank,
In the mouth of the river, the Wanderer sank.25 lines - It knows it all, it knows it all,
The world of groans and laughter,25 lines, 2 comments - I was welcome in a palace when the ball was at my feet,
I was petted in a garden and my triumph was complete.77 lines - It is up from out the alleys, from the alleys dark and vile—
It is up from out the alleys I have struggled for a while—43 lines - Now the tent poles are rotting, the camp fires are dead,
And the possums may gambol in trees overhead;40 lines - Out there by the rocks, at the end of the bank,
In the mouth of the river, the Wanderer sank.25 lines - By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed,
By railroad, coach, and track —88 lines, 5 comments - The fields are fair in autumn yet, and the sun's still shining there,
But we bow our heads and we brood and fret, because of the masks we wear;16 lines, 12 comments - A son of elder sons I am,
Whose boyhood days were cramped and scant,223 lines - It knows it all, it knows it all,
The world of groans and laughter,25 lines, 2 comments - ’Tis no tale of heroism, ’tis no tale of storm and strife,
But of ordinary boozing, and of dull domestic life—69 lines - I was welcome in a palace when the ball was at my feet,
I was petted in a garden and my triumph was complete.77 lines - It is up from out the alleys, from the alleys dark and vile—
It is up from out the alleys I have struggled for a while—43 lines - When you’re suffering hard for your sins, old man,
When you wake to trouble and sleep ill—27 lines - If you fancy that your people came of better stock than mine,
If you hint of higher breeding by a word or by a sign,24 lines - Ah, well! but the case seems hopeless, and the pen might write in vain;
The people gabble of old things over and over again.39 lines - So you rode from the range where your brothers “select,”
Through the ghostly grey bush in the dawn—-35 lines - Though poor and in trouble I wander alone,
With rebel cockade in my hat,24 lines - When you wear a cloudy collar and a shirt that isn't white,
And you cannot sleep for thinking how you'll reach to-mor56 lines, 3 comments - Do you think, you slaves of a thousand years to poverty, wealth and pride,
You can crush the spirit that has been free in a land that's new and wide?8 lines, 1 comment - Now, with the wars of the world begun, they'll listen to you and me,
Now while the frightened nations run to the arms of democracy,30 lines - By our place in the midst of the furthest seas we were fated to stand alone -
When the nations fly at each other's throats let Australia look to her own;32 lines - They have eaten their fill at your tables spread,
Like friends since the land was won;48 lines - When the wars of the world seemed ended, and silent the distant drum,
Ten years ago in Australia, I wrote of a war to come:40 lines - Some carry their swags in the Great North-West,
Where the bravest battle and die,24 lines - He has notions of Australia from the tales that he’s been told—
Land of leggings and revolvers, land of savages and gold;33 lines, 1 comment - I met with Jack Cornstalk in London to-day,
He saw me and coo-eed from over the way.25 lines - I was drifting in the drizzle past the Cecil in the Strand—
Which, I’m told, is very tony—and its front looks very grand;37 lines - Oh, the wild black swans fly westward still,
While the sun goes down in glory—30 lines - They can’t hear in West o’ London, where the worst dine with the best—
Deaf to all save lies and laughter, they can’t hear in London45 lines, 1 comment - Now this is not a dismal song, like some I’ve sung of late,
When I’ve been brooding all day long about my muddled fate;32 lines - Now this is a rhyme that might well be carried
Gummed in your hat till the end of things:15 lines - All is well—in a prison—to-night, and the warders are crying ‘All’s Well!’
I must speak, for the sake of my heart—if it’s but to the294 lines - They sing of the grandeur of cliffs inland,
But the cliffs of the ocean are truly grand;33 lines - I’ve followed all my tracks and ways,from old bark school to Leicester Square,
I’ve been right back to boyhood’s days, and found no67 lines - There's the whitebox and pine on the ridges afar,
Where the iron-bark, blue-gum, and peppermint are;22 lines - Ah, better the thud of the deadly gun, and the crash of the bursting shell,
Than the terrible silence where drought is fought out th58 lines - He shall live to the end of this mad old world, he has lived since the world began,
He never has done any good for himself, but was good to every man.36 lines - Of home, name and wealth and ambition bereft—
We are children of fortune and luck:43 lines - Sing the song of the reckless, who care not what they do;
Sing the song of a sinner and the song of a writer, too—28 lines - The breezes blow on the river below,
And the fleecy clouds float high,25 lines, 1 comment - Oh, Scotty, have you visited the Picture Gallery,
And did you see the portraits of the King and Queen and me?27 lines - Shrivelled leather, rusty buckles, and the rot is in our knuckles,
Scorched for months upon the pommel while the brittle rein hung f31 lines, 1 comment - Old Ivan McIvanovitch, with knitted brow of care,
Has climbed up from the engine-room to get a breath of air;33 lines - They are creeping on through the cornfields yet, and they clamber amongst the rocks,
Ere they rush to stab with the bayonet and smas27 lines - Dust and smoke against the sunrise out where grim disaster lurks
And a broken sky-line looming like unfinished railway works,58 lines - OH, this is a song of the old lights, that came to my heart like a hymn;
And this is a song for the old lights—the lights that we th22 lines - Turn the light down, nurse, and leave me, while I hold my last review,
For the Bush is slipping from me, and the town is going too:99 lines, 1 comment - 'Tis a legend of the bushmen from the days of Cunningham,
When he opened up the country and the early squatters came.27 lines - In the parlour of the shanty where the lives have all gone wrong,
When a singer or reciter gives a story or a song,16 lines, 2 comments - So you’ve seen at last what we have seen so long through scalding tears:
You have found what we—the People—we have known for twenty27 lines - While the crippled cruisers stagger where the blind horizon dips,
And the ocean ooze is rising round the sunken battle-ships,22 lines - Oh, Great White Czar of Russia, who hid your face and ran,
You’ve flung afar the grandest chance that ever came to man!28 lines - Oh, the scene is wide an’ dreary an’ the sun is settin’ red,
An’ the grey-black sky of winter’s comin’ closer overhead.37 lines - There'll be royal times in Sydney for the Cuff and Collar Push,
There’ll be lots of dreary drivel and clap-trap80 lines - WEARY old wife, with the bucket and cow,
‘How’s your son Jack? and where is he now?’26 lines - ROLL UP, Eureka’s heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar,
For Lalor’s gone to join you in the big camp where you are;89 lines, 3 comments - DRUMS of all that’s right and wrong—of love and hate and scorn,
And the new-born baby hears them and it wails when it is born.43 lines
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