It chanced upon the very day we’d… A buggy brought a stranger to the… He had a round and jolly face, and… He drove right up between the huts… We chaps were smoking after tea, a…

In Possum Land the nights are fai… The streams are fresh and clear; No dust is in the moonlit air; No traffic jars the ear. With Possums gambolling overhead,

We have lived till these times, br… We who lived in this; We have not grown old together, Soon our lives must close— Rewi’s first! For I am dying

As it was in the beginning, so we’… For a lover, or a brother, or a sw… As it was in the beginning, so we’… When weak women hug their babies,… As ’tis written now, or spoken, so…

Heed not the cock-sure tourist, Seeing with English eyes; Stroked at the banquet table Still, with the old stock lies— Pet of a social circle,

WE THROW us down on the dusty p… When the gold has gone from the we… But we rise and tramp on the track… For we’re tired—too tired to rest. Darker and denser the shadows fall

We learnt the creed at Hungerford… We learnt the creed at Bourke; We learnt it in the good times And learnt it out of work. We learnt it by the harbour-side

I WISH I’d never gone to board In that house where I met The touring lady from abroad, Who mocks my nightmares yet. I wish—I wish that she had saved

There’s the whitebox and pine on t… Where the iron-bark, blue-gum, and… There is many another, but dearest… And the king of them all was the s… Then of stringy-bark slabs were th…

The blue sky arches o’er mountain… The scene is as fair as a scene ca… But I’m breaking my heart for a L… And fogs that shall never come bac… I choke with tears when the day is…

Comes the British bulldog first—s… He’s so ugly in repose that he’s a… Full of mild benevolence as his ye… Silent as a china dog on the mante… Rub his sides and point his nose,

From over the leagues of ice and s… From back of the days of long ago,… To the end of the world and our G… I have set the lines on my childre… That the world shall know and my n…

'Tis a legend of the bushmen from… When he opened up the country and… Tis the old tale of a fortune miss… And, perhaps, you haven’t heard it… They were north of running rivers,…

No one lives in Golden Gully, for… And its clay shall never sully blu… For the diggers long have vanished… And the bush, by diggers banished,… Now, when dying Daylight slowly d…

He never drew a sword to fight a d… Nor gave a life to save a life no… He lived because he had been born—… And fought the battle with his fis… Yet there are many men who would d…