Tall and freckled and sandy,

I see the Range where day goes down—The dim blue in the gold.And sometimes wonder, half in doubt,Has there been so much changeAs pictured in the prints aboutThe Bush beyond the Range.There’s motor car and all the “frills”But none of my old mates—The Bush seems run by Buff’lo BillsAnd Hayseeds from the States.I miss the…

By lonely graves where rest the dead,Up-Country and Out-Back:To where beneath the clustered starsThe dreamy plains expand-My home lies wide a thousand milesIn Never-Never Land.It lies beyond the farming belt,Wide wastes of scrub and plain,A blazing desert in the drought,A lake-land after rain;To the skyline sweeps the waving grass,Or whirls the scorching sand-A phantom land,…

He wrote at night and studied hard(He read The Bulletin);He sent in “stuff” unceasingly,But couldn’t get it through;And so, at last, he came to meTo see what I could do.The poet’s light was in his eye,He aimed to be a man;He bought a bluey and a fly,A brand new billy-can.I showed him how to roll…

Brighter shines the Star of Rovers on a world that’s growing wide,But I think I’d give a kingdom for a glimpse of Sydney-Side.Run of rocky shelves at sunrise, with their base on ocean’s bed;Homes of Coogee, homes of Bondi, and the lighthouse on South Head.For in loneliness and hardship—and with just a touch of pride—Has…

His heart grew tired of the truths he told, for his life was hard and grim;His land seemed barren, its people cold—yet the world was dear to him;—So he sailed away from the Streets of Strife, he travelled by land and sea,In search of a people who lived a life as life in the world…

Gotter corf –If yer gotter corf about yer,Gotter cord –Feelin’ orf –Have some horse sense;Take HEAN’S ESSENCE –It will rid yer of that corf.That’s a cert.