He was a bachelor, gallant and gay She was a spinster prim - Pretty and prim, with a wonderful… Which had captivated him. Oh! well knew she what he wished t…

So Nell was married yesterday! - Let’s fill a bumper mellow, And drain it to old Hymen’s sway… And to the lucky fellow. Time was when 1 was 'gone’ on her:

‘A well-bred horse! but he won’t g… Though I’ve done the best 1 can; He keeps as poor as a blessed rat!… Said the sorrowful stable-man. ‘I’ve bled and I’ve blistered him…

Ah, Jack! Time finds us feeble m… And all too swift our years have f… The days are different now to then… In that time when we rode ten ston… The minstrel when his mem’ry goes

Somebody’s horse has finished his… Somebody’s saddle is on; But never a nigger the tracks can… Or know where Somebody’s gone. Over the rails and up the creek,

Could I borrow the laverock’s lif… Or the silvery song from the black… Then would I warble the whole day… Telling, in floods of passionate s… How worlds might tremble, or skies…

A dandy old horsernan is Brigalow… Which his name, sir, is Michael O… Whatever he’s riding, when timber… He is always in front of the crowd… A few tangled locks that are fast…

Never before was daughter of Eve… There be none of God’s holy angel… As thine, nor dreamer has ever dre… There’s a gleam in your golden tre… There is witchery in your smile,…

Girls in town and boys out back, I’ve rolled up my little pack, And on june’s chill wintry gales Sail from pleasant New South Wal… Ere I go - a doggerel song

One fox-faced virgin, word for wor… Repeats each sland’rous thing she’… And sourly smiles as scandal slips With gusto from her thin white lip… She’s bad enough! but list a minut…

Three droving men, some three week… Sat drinking the Queensland rum; ’Twas four a.m. when twa o’ them Saw jock M’Phee succumb. Hech! they were giddy songs he’d s…

They are mustering cattle on Brig… Where the stock-horses whinny and… And where long Andy Ferguson, you… Is yet boss on a cutting-out camp. Half the duffers I met would not…

The sun may shine, the rain may fa… And the world roll round about, - The king’s men and king’s horses a… Can never rub one thing out. Skies may darken– clouds will flit…

In prison cell I sadly sit, A d__d crest-fallen chappie! And own to you I feel a bit– A little bit - unhappy! It really ain’t the place nor time

Now, all the world is green and br… Outside the latticed pane; The fields are decked with gold an… And Spring has come again. But though the world be fair witho…