Poems List
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The Rose
The Rose
We love the land when the world goes round,
And deep, deep down in her thorny ground,
Where nobody comes, and nobody knows,
We love the Ro…
The Rovers
The Rovers
Some born of homely parents
For ages settled down—
The steady generations
Of village, farm, and town:
And some of dusky fathers
The Rhyme of the Three Greybeards
The Rhyme of the Three Greybeards
He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat",
His name was Joseph Swallow, "the Great Australian Pote",
In spit…
The Professional Wanderer
The Professional Wanderer
When you’ve knocked about the country—been away from home for years;
When the past, by distance softened, nearly fills your eyes with…
The Port O'Call
The Port O'Call
Our hull is seldom painted,
Our decks are seldom stoned;
Our sails are patched and cobbled
And chains by rust marooned.
Our r…
The Pride That Comes After
The Pride That Comes After
It knows it all, it knows it all,
The world of groans and laughter,
It sneers of pride before a fall,
But the bitter pri…
The Pink Carnation
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,
But I can’t forget my ruin…
The Pavement Stones :A Song of the Unemployed
The Pavement Stones :A Song of the Unemployed
WHEN first I came to town, resolved
To fight my way alone,
No prouder foot than mine e’er trod
Upon t…
The Paroo
The Paroo
It was a week from Christmas-time,
As near as I remember,
And half a year since, in the rear,
We'd left the Darling timber.
The tra…
The Patriotic League
The Patriotic League
Behold! the biased foes of Right
Are conscious of their danger,
They’re startled by the dawning light,
So very long a stranger…
The Other Gum
The Other Gum
Well Boory, I have read your “grin”,
And listened to your whine;
I only wish you’d sent it in
Before I printed mine.
You see, I…
The Old Stockman's Lament
The Old Stockman's Lament
Wrap me up in me stockwhip and blanket,
And bury me deep down below,
Where this piffle and sham won’t disgust me,
In the …
The Old Jimmy Woodser
The Old Jimmy Woodser
The old Jimmy Woodser comes into the bar
Unwelcomed, unnoticed, unknown,
Too old and too odd to be drunk with, by far;
So he …
The New Chum Jackeroo
The New Chum Jackeroo
Let bushmen think as bushmen will,
And say whate’er they choose,
I hate to hear the stupid sneer
At New Chum Jackaroos.
The Muscovy Duck
The Muscovy Duck
The rooster is a brainless dude, although he sports a crest,
The hen’s an awful fool we know, though hen-eggs are the best;
She’ll flutt…
The Motor Car
The Motor Car
The motor car is sullen, like a thing that should not be;
The motor car is master of Smart Society.
’Twas born of sweated genius and collar…
The Men Who Made Australia
The Men Who Made Australia
There'll be royal times in Sydney for the Cuff and Collar Push,
There’ll be lots of dreary drivel and clap-trap
From the men w…
The Men Who Sleep With Danger
The Men Who Sleep With Danger
The men who camp with Danger
Are mostly quiet men:
And one may use a rifle,
And one may use a pen,
And one may …
The Men Who Come Behind
The Men Who Come Behind
There's a class of men (and women) who are always on their guard—
Cunning, treacherous, suspicious—feeling softly—grasping hard—
…
The Memories They Bring
The Memories They Bring
I would never waste the hours
Of the time that is mine own,
Writing verses about flowers
For their own sweet sakes alone; <…
The Man Who Raised Charlestown
The Man Who Raised Charlestown
They were hanging men in Buckland who would not cheer King George –
The parson from his pulpit and the blacksmith from his forge…
The Loveable Characters
The Loveable Characters
I long for the streets but the Lord knoweth best,
For there I am never a saint;
There are lovable characters out in the West,
The Lily of St Leonards
The Lily of St Leonards
’TIS sunrise over Watson,
Where I sailed out to sea,
On that wild run to London
That wrecked and ruined me.
The beaut…
The Little Native Rose
The Little Native Rose
There is a lasting little flower,
That everybody knows,
Yet none has thought to think about
The little Native Rose.