Beer makes you feel the way you ought to feel without beer.
It is quite time that our children were taught a little more about their country, for shame's sake.
Jack Cornstalk as a Drover
“Dry scrub and dusty clearing
The long, hot, drowsy day;
The land line ever nearing
And ever far away.
Introduction – A Glimpse of Boyhood
“Boys out there by the western creeks,
Who hurry away from school,
To climb the spurs of the breezy peaks,
Or dive in the shaded pool”
Jack Cornstalk as a Lover
'For he rides hard to dull the pain,
Who rides from him who loves him best;
But he rides slowly home again,
Whose restless heart must rove for rest.'
When Charley sang of Polan’s Death
‘Twould stir your heart and soul an’
you’d grip your seat and hold your breath.
And want to fight for Polan’
It is the same with revolution; so long as the proper spirit is spreading amongst our young men, we are satisfied that it spreads without bombast or parade.
To My Friends
These are songs of the Friends I neglected—
And the Foes, too, in part;
These are songs that were mostly rejected—
And songs from my heart.
Who says Australia offers not a home for every poor Englishman, or any other countryman that finds his way to our shores? And what sort of thanks do we get for it?
And opposite the bench, the dock, divided by a partition, with the women to the left and the men to the right, as it is on the stairs or the block in polite society.