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  • They Can Only Drag You Down
    Leader, poet, singer, artist, who have struggled long and won,
    Though the climbing is behind you, now the battle has begun,
    13 lines
  • Jack Cornstalk in his Teens
    “If not in the Garden, he had in the ark,
    To  neither the beasts’  nor the passengers’ joy.
    13 lines
  • The Song of the Waste-Paper Basket
    O BARD of fortune, you deem me nought
        But a mark for your careless scorn.
    34 lines
  • The Vote of Thanks Debate
    THE OTHER NIGHT I got the blues and tried to smile in vain.
    I couldn’t chuck a chuckle at the foolery of Twain;
    70 lines
  • Jack Cornstalk as a Lover
    “For he rides hard to dull the pain,
    Who rides from him who loves him best;
    4 lines
  • Talbragar
    JACK DENVER died on Talbragar when Christmas Eve began,
    And there was sorrow round the place, for Denver was a man;
    70 lines
  • The Legend of Mammon Castle
    IN THE days that will be olden after many years are gone,
    Ere the world emerged from darkness floating out into the dawn,
    28 lines
  • The Old Mile-Tree
    OLD coach-road West by Nor’-ward—
        Old mile-tree by the track:
    41 lines
  • Jack Cornstalk as a Poet
    “Not from the seas does he draw inspiration,
    Not from the rivers that croon on their bars;
    18 lines
  • The Pink Carnation
    I may walk until I’m fainting, I may write until I’m blinded,
    I might drink until my back teeth are afloat,
    13 lines
  • 'Gettin' Back'
        When we've arrived by boat or rail, and feeling pretty well,
        And humped our heavy gladstones to the Grea
    46 lines
  • Kerosine Bay
    ‘Tis strange on such a peaceful day
    With white clouds flying o’er,
    19 lines
  • Caricatures
    There are writers great and writers small
    And writers on the spree;
    8 lines
  • Lay Your Ears Back and Fight
    WHEN you drink of what the poets rave about as “sorrer’s cup”,
    And yer mouth, in spite of laughin’, gits a curve the wrong way up,
    18 lines
  • The Leader and the Bad Girl
    BECAUSE HE had sinned and suffered, because he loved the land,
    And because of his wonderful sympathy, he held men’s hearts in his ha
    54 lines
  • The Little Slit in the Tail
    I’M GLAD that the Bushmen can’t see me now
        A-doing it tall in the town;
    20 lines
  • The Passing of Scotty
    WE THROW us down on the dusty plain
        When the gold has gone from the west,
    39 lines
  • The Two Samaritans and the Tramp
    A TRAMP was trampin’ on the road—
        The afternoon was warm an’ muggy—
    24 lines
  • To a Pair of Blucher Boots
    OLD acquaintance unforgotten,
        Though you may be “ugly brutes”—
    23 lines
  • When The Duke of Clarence Died
    LET US sing in tear-choked numbers how the Duke of Clarence went,
    Just to make a royal sorrow rather more pre-eminent.
    41 lines
  • The Emigration to New Zealand
    I’ve just received a letter from a chum in Maoriland,
    He’s working down in Auckland where he days he’s doing grand,
    19 lines
  • Charley Turner
    When Charley sang of Polan’s Death
    ‘Twould stir your heart and soul an’
    3 lines
  • Jack Cornstalk as a Drover
    “Dry scrub and dusty clearing
    The long, hot, drowsy day;
    4 lines
  • His Brother’s Keeper
    By his paths through the parched desolation,
    Hot rides and the terrible tramps;
    9 lines
  • Lachlan Side
    REGION of damper and junk and tea,
        Region of pastures wide!
    54 lines
  • The Two Poets
    Two poets were born where the skies were fair,
    To live in the land thereafter;
    18 lines
  • One-Man-One-Vote
    “ONE-MAN-ONE-VOTE!” You hear the people shouting.
        The walls of Mammon tremble ere they fall.
    23 lines
  • The Federal City
    OH! the folly, the waste, and the pity! Oh, the time that is flung behind!
    They are seeking a site for a city, whose eyes shall be a
    28 lines
  • The Soul of a Poet
    I HAVE written, long years I have written
        For the sake of my people and right,
    34 lines
  • The Triumph of the People
    LO, the gods of Vice and Mammon from their pinnacles are hurled
    By the workers’ new religion, which is oldest in the world;
    23 lines
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