“Nobody’s enemy save his own”—

Some dust’ll fly from beery coats—at least it’s been declared.I’m glad that wimin has the votes—but just a trifle scared.I’m just a trifle scared—For why? The wimin mean to rule;It makes me feel like days gone by when I was caned at school.The days of men is nearly dead—of double moons and stars—They’ll soon put…

On that wild run to LondonThat wrecked and ruined me.The beauty of the morningOn bluff and point and bay,But the Lily of St LeonardsWas fairer than the day.O Lily of St Leonards!And I was mad to roam—She died with loving words for meThree days ere I came home.As fair as lily whiteness,As pure as lily…

The bonny Port of Sydney,Where the ships of nations lie.You shall never see such beauty,Though you sail the wide world o’er,As the sunny Port of Sydney,As we see it from the Shore.The shades of night are fallingOn many ports of call,But the harbour lights of SydneyAre the grandest of them all;Such a city set in…

But the song of my heart is for none to hearIf one of them waves for me.A roving, roaming life is mine,Ever by field or flood —For not far back in my father’s lineWas a dash of the Gipsy blood.Flax and tussock and fern,Gum and mulga and sand,Reef and palm — but my fancies turnEver…

His cap-peak and his sabreWere glancing in the sun.‘Twas New Year’s Eve, and slowlyAcross the ridges lowThe sad Old Year was driftingTo where the old years go.The trooper’s mind was readingThe love-page of his life —His love for Mary WylieEre she was Blackman’s wife;He sorrowed for the sorrowsOf the heart a rival won,For he knew…

We have no use for the gentleman,Or the cheating Cheap-Jack here;We have no room for the men who shirkThe sweat of the brow. CondemnThe men who are frightened to look for workAnd funk when it looks for them.We’ll honour the man who can’t affordTo wait for a job that suits,But sticks a swag on his…

Men of many types and faces, but, alike in all the races,They were men I met in trouble, and the men who stuck to me.Some were friends, but most were strangers; some were weary world-wide rangers;Some in freedom were in prison, and in prison some were free,Oh, I have a vivid vision of the men…

You rode slowly at first, lest her heart should suspectThat you were glad to be gone;You had scarcely the courage to glance back at herBy the homestead receding from view,And you breathed with relief as you rounded the spur,For the world was a wide world to you.Grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain,Fond…

And to me the whirr and thunder and the cluck of running-gearSeem to be forever saying ‘Second class wait here–Wait here second classSecond class wait here.’Seem to be forever saying, ‘Second class wait here.’Yes, the second class were waiting in the days of serf and prince,And the second class are waiting–they’ve been waiting ever since,There…

They were often mobbed by hoodlums—they were few, but unafraid—And their Lassies were insulted, but they banged the drum—and prayed.Prayed in public for the sinners, prayed in private for release,Till they saved some brawny lumpers—then they banged the drum in peace.(Saved some prize-fighter and burglars)—and they banged the drum in peace.Booth’s Drum.He was hook-nosed, he…

An’ the long hot day was dyin’An’ I wished that I was dead.From the West the gold was driven.I watched the death of day,An’ the distant stars of HeavenSeemed to draw my heart away.

And by-and-by he chanced to meetA parsin ridin’ in a buggy.Said he: “As follerers ov the Loard,To do good offices we oughter!”An’ from a water-bag he poured,An’ guv the tramp, a drink er water.The parsin he went rattlin’ ’omeTo ware his fam-i-lee was thrivin’,The tramp went on until he metA bullick-driver, bullick drivin’—“It’s bilin’ ’ot,”…