A Song of the Republic (Henry Lawson Poem)
Sons of the South, awake! arise! Sons of the South, and do. Banish from under your bonny skies Those old-world ...
Sons of the South, awake! arise! Sons of the South, and do. Banish from under your bonny skies Those old-world ...
Sons of Australia, be loyal and true to her - Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross! Sing a ...
LONG-EXPECTED one and twenty Ling'ring year at last has flown, Pomp and pleasure, pride and plenty Great Sir John, are ...
NEAR to the silver Trent SIRENA dwelleth; She to whom Nature lent All that excelleth; By which the Muses late ...
A chieftain, to the Highlands bound, Cries, ``Boatman, do not tarry! And I'll give thee a silver pound To row ...
Farewell to the bushy clump close to the river And the flags where the butter-bump hides in forever; Farewell to ...
I had a dream, a dream of dread: I thought that horror held the house; A burglar bent above my ...
Says Bauldy MacGreegor frae Gleska tae Hecky MacCrimmon frae Skye: "That's whit I hate maist aboot fechtin' -- it makes ...
Said President MacConnachie to Treasurer MacCall: "We ought to have a piper for our next Saint Andrew's Ball. Yon squakin' ...
My Master is a man of might With manners like a hog; He makes me slave from morn to night ...
Oh Maggie, do you mind the day We went to school together, And as we stoppit by the way I ...
It's cruel cold on the water-front, silent and dark and drear; Only the black tide weltering, only the hissing snow; ...
A bonny bird I found today Mired in a melt of tar; Its silky breast was silver-grey, Its wings were ...
How grand the human race would be If every man would wear a kilt, A flirt of Tartan finery, Instead ...
CLINKUM-CLANK in the rain they ride, Down by the braes and the grey sea-side; Clinkum-clank by stane and cairn, Weary ...
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever; One foot in sea, and one on shore, To ...
It chanced out back at the Christmas time, When the wheat was ripe and tall, A stranger rode to the ...
PART ONE The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed ...
As I stood upon the Dean Bridge and viewed the beautiful scenery, I felt fascinated and my heart was full ...
OH some are fond of red wine, and some are fond of white, And some are all for dancing by ...
It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the bracken lay; And all of a sudden the sinister ...
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