Light on the towns and cities, and… The Big Five met in the world’s l… And the future of man is settled a… The lamb shall lie down with the l… The brave man go with the coward,…

If I ever be worthy or famous— Which I’m sadly beginning to doub… When the angel whose place ’tis to… Shall say to my spirit, ‘Pass out… I wish for no sniv’lling about me

A black-sheep, from England, who… Riding where the stockmen ride— He sat by the hut when the day’s w… Lone huts where the black sheep bi… “I’m tired of my life!” to his lon…

Where shall we go for prophecy? W… The holiday street is crowded, pav… Band and banner pass by us, and th… But that great waiting silence is… Where is the cheering and laughter…

The old year went, and the new ret… The cheque was spent that the shea… and the sheds were all cut out; The publican’s words were short an… and the publican’s looks were blac…

Roll up, Eureka’s heroes, on that… For Lalor’s gone to join you in t… Roll up and give him welcome such… For well he battled for the rights… In that bright golden country that…

By our place in the midst of the f… When the nations fly at each other… Let her spend her gold on the barr… For the South must look to the So… Now who shall gallop from cape to…

When you’ve managed with the tailo… And you find the coat or trousers… Do not fret and swear and worry, m… I have been through many new suits… When your girl is interfering with…

He’s somewhere up in Queensland, The old folks used to say; He’s somewhere up in Queensland, The people say to-day. But Somewhere (up in Queensland)

“Was I at Eureka?” His figure wa… And a flood of proud recollections… With pleasure they lighted and gli… And we gathered about him and list… “Ah, those were the days,” said th…

The rafters are open to sun, moon,… Thistles and nettles grow high in… The chimneys are crumbling, the lo… And green mosses spring from the h… The voices are silent, the bustle…

“Please God, we’ll make a scholar… She’s not like an empress, And crowned with raven hair, She is not “pert an’ bonny,” Nor “winsome, wee, an’ fair.”

THE Separated Women Go lying through the land, For they have plenty dresses, And money, too, in hand; They married brutes and drunkards

The Big rough boys from the runs… And yelled in the slang of the Ou… ‘It’s not too rusty’—and ‘Wool aw… ‘Sheep O! Sheep O!’—‘We’ll cut o… ‘What price the tally in camp to-n…

When the heavy sand is yielding ba… And across the distant timber you… When your head is hot and aching,… And it’s fifteen miles to water in… Don’t give up, don’t be down-heart…