Who Says Australia Offers Not A Home

Beer Makes You Feel The Way You Ought To Feel Without Beer.

Oh, My Ways Are Strange Ways And New Ways And Old Ways, And Deep Ways And Steep Ways And High Ways And Low, I'm At Home And At Ease On A Track That I Know Not, And Restless And Lost On A Road That I Know.

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 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.

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.