Off the Bluebush

To the West and the People of the West TO WESTERN AUSTRALIA Golden State of Golden Hearts So Warm, So True So Generous in their Welcome of a Wanderer TO THE MEMORY OF OLD MATES...

Away! Away! Let sluggards stay The sluggish ruck within, While Beauty stands With outstretched hands To welcome those who win! And gems divine And wealth and wine Are strewn upo...

Oh, the days go by like drinkin’—for it’s entertainin’ graft, And you hear your mate discoursin’ to the crowd around the brace, As he tugs away the hide, and it goes skimmin’ up...

And here, to-day, I’m t’ilin’ still Beside the same old soak Where we pitched camp twelve years agone, Played out and stony broke; And after work I think right back, And smoke,...

He heard the insult where he stood: A gleam lit up his eye: “A lie!” he howled; “that calls for blood! A damned and heartless lie! But for my mother’s son, and her Who lives acr...

“But hark you back, McQuade!” I said— “The days, the happy days, old mate! We plucked the gums for roseleaf beds, And rung, we two, the Southern sheds To Delegate!