Beer Makes You Feel The Way You

In A Land Where Sport Is Sacred, Where The Labourer Is God, You Must Pander To The People, Make A Hero Of A Clod.

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?

On The Same Line Of Reasoning, If Australians Were To Be Australians, Or Rather If Australians Were As Separate From Any Other Nation As Australia From Any Other Land, There Would Be No Jealousy Between Them On England's Account.

The Children Are Taught More Of The Meanest State In Europe Than Of The Country They Are Born And Bred In, Despite The Singularity Of Its Characteristics, The Interest Of Its History, The Rapidity Of Its Advance, And The Stupendous Promise Of Its Future.

The Old Shepherd Had Died, Or Got Drunk, Or Got Rats, Or Got The Sack, Or A Legacy, Or Got Sane, Or Chucked It, Or Got Lost, Or Found, Or A Wife, Or Had Cut His Throat, Or Hanged Himself, Or Got Into Parliament Or The Peerage Anyway, Anything Had Happened To Him That Can Happen To An Old Shepherd Or Any Other Man In The Bush, And He Wasn't There.