I love all gum-trees well. But,… I love the tough old warriors that… About these lawns, to make a great… And guard, like sentries, this exo… Of shrub and fern and flower.

How many have you broken up till n… I know that yesterday you made a v… And most solemnly ’twas spoken; But how many have you broken? Oh, you kept 'em for an hour or tw…

They say I am a shy, wild thing, That seeks the wild bush glade. Quick to be gone on whirring wing, Where stangers would invade; But well I know what all birds kn…

I’m sittin’ 'ere, Mick - sittin’… Feelin’ ‘arf glum, ’arf sorter - r… Thinkin’ strange, crooked thorts o… ’The 'eads is bowed thro’ all a co… An’ wond’rin - wond’rin 'in a kind…

He has made many meals On the Lib’rals of late, And the way that he feels May be judged by his state; For the fact that he has indigesti…

We were cartin’ lathes and palin’s… With our axles near the road-bed a… And our bullocks weren’t precisely… And meself and Messmate Mitchell… It had rained a tidy skyful in the…

Sou’ sou’ east, with the course se… Heave ho, me hearties! On the Geelong road we’re cruisin… Seven tars with ne’er a care Heave ho, me hearties!

Look at 'em! Toffs with their bi… Drivin’ along in their motor cars. Nothin’ at all like the olden days When the blokes came by in their b… When a cut o’ the joint and a hunk…

There is a flutter in the trees, And now a sudden, dread unease Stills all the bushland melodies Amid the gums; Stills now the song of wren and th…

For some, it was the last sun that… For many, their last glimpse of fe… A splendid sun, dipping, reluctant… Into blue water west of Mudros Ba… And they - new burnished coin to s…

What are the wild waves saying now… In a manner most dismaying are the… And I twist and twirl and twiddle… Come sounds of a sobbing fiddle an… Or the Abyssinian crisis with the…

Come, let us sing with a right goo… (Sing hey for lifting lay, sing he… Of any old, sunny old, silly old t… (Sing ho for the ballad of a backb… The sun shone brightly overhead,

Romance goes out of everything in… And even old John Barleycorn grow… Once henchman of gay gallantry, a… Scene: Tavern door. A saucy wenc… He stops. She smiles. Arm round…

There’s a bleak, black world witho… And the rain falls fast; And the wind, with a whine and a s… Blows buffeting past To wail thro’ the tortured trees,