LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: two vast and trunkless legs of stone
They mustered us up with a royal din,
In wearisome weeks of drought.
The London lights are far abeam
Behind a bank of cloud,
Bring me a quart of colonial beer
And some doughy damper to make good cheer,
Visit of Hope to Sydney Cove Where Sydney Cove her lucid bosom swells,
We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime;
Better a shred of a deep-dyed rag from the storms of the o
Weary and listless, sad and slow,
Without any conversation,
The night too quickly passes
And we are growing old,
Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay!
Alas! I am very sorry to say
Damn it all! all this our South stinks peace.
You whoreson dog, Papiols, come! Let's to music!
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
On the black gallows, one-armed friend,
The paladins are dancing, dancing
I
In a solitude of the sea
"Drear cell! along whose lonely bounds, Unvisited by light,
No soft-skinned Durham steers are they,
No Devons plump and red,
Who stands on that cliff, like a figure of stone,
Unmoving and tall in the light of the sky,
Across the Queensland border line
The mobs of cattle go;
As the nations sat together, grimly waiting —
The fierce and ancient nations battle-scarred —
I stopped to call a taxi in the heart of Babylon.
At the pavement’s edge I stood - the traffic writhing on
Not for the wealth of thy teeming markets, Roaring factory, thronging way,
The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast,
Talpra magyar, hí a haza!
Itt az idő, most vagy soha!
The shades of night had fallen at last,
When through the house a shadow passed,
It was the good ship Caroline,
That ploughed the Channel foam,
Grey gloom the storm-clouds in the Orient far,
Foreshadowing dark and anxious hours to be,
When Erin first rose from the dark swelling flood,
God bless'd the green island and saw it was good;
Beneath the golden eagle's shade
Gleam restless eyes of steely grey,
My gentle Harp, once more I waken
The sweetness of thy slumbering strain;
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