[133][Illustration: Nor’west Corner]
[135]BEER IS ENOUGH.Beeris enough. Let us be satisfied,Nor fret our hearts with longing after gin,And bob saloons, and vanities beside,That lead one to the shelving edge ofsin ...For wights who sit a-row along the pave,With crackling skins, and drooping lives to save,Beer is enough.Beer is enough. Let Love roost on his perch,And coo and coo his breath away atwill ...The bride in orange blooms—the iviedchurch—The two-roomed kipsy sheltered by thehill ...Sweep them aside, and fetch the frothing bowlTo warm the cockles of one’s inmost-soul.Beer is enough.Beer is enough. Though dreamers sigh and sighOf melting love, did love e’er quench a thirst?Did ever Cupid, ’neath a brazen sky,Hand out a pint to taper off a burst?Can Daphne’s lips allay the wild desireTo wade in hops, when coppers are afire?Beer is enough.[136]Beer is enough. The brightest and the bestOf all the gifts the gods have handed down!A Nautch girl she! who graces all the West,Dressed in her picture hat, and ambergown ...There is no canker in her love—no leesTo weight one’s ghost through dim eternities.Beer is enough.[Decoration: Mining equipment][137]A BUNCH OF VIOLETS.Theloungers eyed the Wreck askance,—A seedy bloke was he,Who bore upon his countenanceA boozer’shistoree—He wore a small pea-dodger hatUpon his massive brow,And everywhereHis sandy hairSpread round the rim like tow.“Oh! Charles Adolphus,” Hebe chipped(The belle of Bung’s saloon)“Old chap! you’re got me fairlyhipped—I’m dying for a spoon!”“Stand off! Stand off!” the boozer yelled,And dashed his pewter down:“Hereyes of grey,Though dimmed to-day,Glow warm from Sydney town!”[138]“Cheer up!” the barmaid cried, “Cheer up!You’ll be a long time dead.”“Ah! we have drained the bitter cup,My girl and I,” he said;“For she is ’neath the morning sun,And I am where itsets—On Sydney quayShe waits for me,My bunch of vio-lets!”“Girl! we were raised together, whereThe Namoi windsalong—Corn tassels were not like her hair!Or magpies like her song!”—And so he waxed poetic, whileThe barmaid bent her ear(As women doTo listen toThe eloquence of beer.)“Oh! shut your head, and do a get!”The irate loungers cried:“Last month I saw your VioletUpon the Sydney side.She wore a pretty rakish hat;A Chow on either fin;And loaded thus,She wanted usTo fill her up with gin.”
Beeris enough. Let us be satisfied,Nor fret our hearts with longing after gin,And bob saloons, and vanities beside,That lead one to the shelving edge ofsin ...For wights who sit a-row along the pave,With crackling skins, and drooping lives to save,Beer is enough.Beer is enough. Let Love roost on his perch,And coo and coo his breath away atwill ...The bride in orange blooms—the iviedchurch—The two-roomed kipsy sheltered by thehill ...Sweep them aside, and fetch the frothing bowlTo warm the cockles of one’s inmost-soul.Beer is enough.Beer is enough. Though dreamers sigh and sighOf melting love, did love e’er quench a thirst?Did ever Cupid, ’neath a brazen sky,Hand out a pint to taper off a burst?Can Daphne’s lips allay the wild desireTo wade in hops, when coppers are afire?Beer is enough.[136]Beer is enough. The brightest and the bestOf all the gifts the gods have handed down!A Nautch girl she! who graces all the West,Dressed in her picture hat, and ambergown ...There is no canker in her love—no leesTo weight one’s ghost through dim eternities.Beer is enough.
Beeris enough. Let us be satisfied,Nor fret our hearts with longing after gin,And bob saloons, and vanities beside,That lead one to the shelving edge ofsin ...For wights who sit a-row along the pave,With crackling skins, and drooping lives to save,Beer is enough.Beer is enough. Let Love roost on his perch,And coo and coo his breath away atwill ...The bride in orange blooms—the iviedchurch—The two-roomed kipsy sheltered by thehill ...Sweep them aside, and fetch the frothing bowlTo warm the cockles of one’s inmost-soul.Beer is enough.Beer is enough. Though dreamers sigh and sighOf melting love, did love e’er quench a thirst?Did ever Cupid, ’neath a brazen sky,Hand out a pint to taper off a burst?Can Daphne’s lips allay the wild desireTo wade in hops, when coppers are afire?Beer is enough.[136]Beer is enough. The brightest and the bestOf all the gifts the gods have handed down!A Nautch girl she! who graces all the West,Dressed in her picture hat, and ambergown ...There is no canker in her love—no leesTo weight one’s ghost through dim eternities.Beer is enough.
Beeris enough. Let us be satisfied,Nor fret our hearts with longing after gin,And bob saloons, and vanities beside,That lead one to the shelving edge ofsin ...For wights who sit a-row along the pave,With crackling skins, and drooping lives to save,Beer is enough.
Beeris enough. Let us be satisfied,
Nor fret our hearts with longing after gin,
And bob saloons, and vanities beside,
That lead one to the shelving edge ofsin ...
For wights who sit a-row along the pave,
With crackling skins, and drooping lives to save,
Beer is enough.
Beer is enough. Let Love roost on his perch,And coo and coo his breath away atwill ...The bride in orange blooms—the iviedchurch—The two-roomed kipsy sheltered by thehill ...Sweep them aside, and fetch the frothing bowlTo warm the cockles of one’s inmost-soul.Beer is enough.
Beer is enough. Let Love roost on his perch,
And coo and coo his breath away atwill ...
The bride in orange blooms—the iviedchurch—
The two-roomed kipsy sheltered by thehill ...
Sweep them aside, and fetch the frothing bowl
To warm the cockles of one’s inmost-soul.
Beer is enough.
Beer is enough. Though dreamers sigh and sighOf melting love, did love e’er quench a thirst?Did ever Cupid, ’neath a brazen sky,Hand out a pint to taper off a burst?Can Daphne’s lips allay the wild desireTo wade in hops, when coppers are afire?Beer is enough.
Beer is enough. Though dreamers sigh and sigh
Of melting love, did love e’er quench a thirst?
Did ever Cupid, ’neath a brazen sky,
Hand out a pint to taper off a burst?
Can Daphne’s lips allay the wild desire
To wade in hops, when coppers are afire?
Beer is enough.
[136]Beer is enough. The brightest and the bestOf all the gifts the gods have handed down!A Nautch girl she! who graces all the West,Dressed in her picture hat, and ambergown ...There is no canker in her love—no leesTo weight one’s ghost through dim eternities.Beer is enough.
[136]Beer is enough. The brightest and the best
Of all the gifts the gods have handed down!
A Nautch girl she! who graces all the West,
Dressed in her picture hat, and ambergown ...
There is no canker in her love—no lees
To weight one’s ghost through dim eternities.
Beer is enough.
[Decoration: Mining equipment]
Theloungers eyed the Wreck askance,—A seedy bloke was he,Who bore upon his countenanceA boozer’shistoree—He wore a small pea-dodger hatUpon his massive brow,And everywhereHis sandy hairSpread round the rim like tow.“Oh! Charles Adolphus,” Hebe chipped(The belle of Bung’s saloon)“Old chap! you’re got me fairlyhipped—I’m dying for a spoon!”“Stand off! Stand off!” the boozer yelled,And dashed his pewter down:“Hereyes of grey,Though dimmed to-day,Glow warm from Sydney town!”[138]“Cheer up!” the barmaid cried, “Cheer up!You’ll be a long time dead.”“Ah! we have drained the bitter cup,My girl and I,” he said;“For she is ’neath the morning sun,And I am where itsets—On Sydney quayShe waits for me,My bunch of vio-lets!”“Girl! we were raised together, whereThe Namoi windsalong—Corn tassels were not like her hair!Or magpies like her song!”—And so he waxed poetic, whileThe barmaid bent her ear(As women doTo listen toThe eloquence of beer.)“Oh! shut your head, and do a get!”The irate loungers cried:“Last month I saw your VioletUpon the Sydney side.She wore a pretty rakish hat;A Chow on either fin;And loaded thus,She wanted usTo fill her up with gin.”
Theloungers eyed the Wreck askance,—A seedy bloke was he,Who bore upon his countenanceA boozer’shistoree—He wore a small pea-dodger hatUpon his massive brow,And everywhereHis sandy hairSpread round the rim like tow.“Oh! Charles Adolphus,” Hebe chipped(The belle of Bung’s saloon)“Old chap! you’re got me fairlyhipped—I’m dying for a spoon!”“Stand off! Stand off!” the boozer yelled,And dashed his pewter down:“Hereyes of grey,Though dimmed to-day,Glow warm from Sydney town!”[138]“Cheer up!” the barmaid cried, “Cheer up!You’ll be a long time dead.”“Ah! we have drained the bitter cup,My girl and I,” he said;“For she is ’neath the morning sun,And I am where itsets—On Sydney quayShe waits for me,My bunch of vio-lets!”“Girl! we were raised together, whereThe Namoi windsalong—Corn tassels were not like her hair!Or magpies like her song!”—And so he waxed poetic, whileThe barmaid bent her ear(As women doTo listen toThe eloquence of beer.)“Oh! shut your head, and do a get!”The irate loungers cried:“Last month I saw your VioletUpon the Sydney side.She wore a pretty rakish hat;A Chow on either fin;And loaded thus,She wanted usTo fill her up with gin.”
Theloungers eyed the Wreck askance,—A seedy bloke was he,Who bore upon his countenanceA boozer’shistoree—He wore a small pea-dodger hatUpon his massive brow,And everywhereHis sandy hairSpread round the rim like tow.
Theloungers eyed the Wreck askance,
—A seedy bloke was he,
Who bore upon his countenance
A boozer’shistoree—
He wore a small pea-dodger hat
Upon his massive brow,
And everywhere
His sandy hair
Spread round the rim like tow.
“Oh! Charles Adolphus,” Hebe chipped(The belle of Bung’s saloon)“Old chap! you’re got me fairlyhipped—I’m dying for a spoon!”“Stand off! Stand off!” the boozer yelled,And dashed his pewter down:“Hereyes of grey,Though dimmed to-day,Glow warm from Sydney town!”
“Oh! Charles Adolphus,” Hebe chipped
(The belle of Bung’s saloon)
“Old chap! you’re got me fairlyhipped—
I’m dying for a spoon!”
“Stand off! Stand off!” the boozer yelled,
And dashed his pewter down:
“Hereyes of grey,
Though dimmed to-day,
Glow warm from Sydney town!”
[138]“Cheer up!” the barmaid cried, “Cheer up!You’ll be a long time dead.”“Ah! we have drained the bitter cup,My girl and I,” he said;“For she is ’neath the morning sun,And I am where itsets—On Sydney quayShe waits for me,My bunch of vio-lets!”
[138]“Cheer up!” the barmaid cried, “Cheer up!
You’ll be a long time dead.”
“Ah! we have drained the bitter cup,
My girl and I,” he said;
“For she is ’neath the morning sun,
And I am where itsets—
On Sydney quay
She waits for me,
My bunch of vio-lets!”
“Girl! we were raised together, whereThe Namoi windsalong—Corn tassels were not like her hair!Or magpies like her song!”—And so he waxed poetic, whileThe barmaid bent her ear(As women doTo listen toThe eloquence of beer.)
“Girl! we were raised together, where
The Namoi windsalong—
Corn tassels were not like her hair!
Or magpies like her song!”
—And so he waxed poetic, while
The barmaid bent her ear
(As women do
To listen to
The eloquence of beer.)
“Oh! shut your head, and do a get!”The irate loungers cried:“Last month I saw your VioletUpon the Sydney side.She wore a pretty rakish hat;A Chow on either fin;And loaded thus,She wanted usTo fill her up with gin.”
“Oh! shut your head, and do a get!”
The irate loungers cried:
“Last month I saw your Violet
Upon the Sydney side.
She wore a pretty rakish hat;
A Chow on either fin;
And loaded thus,
She wanted us
To fill her up with gin.”