AMONG the sons of Englishmen Full many feel like real tears, For, though he reigned but scarcel… He bore the burden many years. He lived the dead past doubly down…

By hut, homestead and shearing she… By railroad, coach and track– By lonely graves where rest the de… Up-Country and Out-Back: To where beneath the clustered sta…

BRAVE the anger of the wealthy!… Tell the Truth in simple language… And they’ll read it by the slush-l… I have seen the People’s triumph… It as pictured by the campfires do…

A lonely young wife In her dreaming discerns A lily-decked pool With a border of ferns, And a beautiful child,

There was a tracker in the force Of wondrous sight (the story ran):… He never failed to track a horse, He never failed to find his man. They brought him from a distant to…

It’s only a sod, but 'twill break… Nigh hardened wid toilin’ and cari… And make the ould wounds in it tin… It’s only a sod, but it’s parcel a… Of strugglin’, sufferin’ Erin.

He comes from out the ages dim— The good Samaritan; I somehow never pictured him A fat and jolly man; But one who’d little joy to glean,

We, three men of commerce, Striving wealth to raise, See but little promise In the coming days; Though our hearts are brittle,

From Crow’s Nest here by Sydney… Where crows had nests of old I see the Range where day goes do… The dim blue in the gold. And sometimes wonder, half in doub…

With pannikins all rusty, And billy burnt and black, And clothes all torn and dusty, That scarcely hide his back; With sun-cracked saddle-leather,

When you’ve got no chance at all, Take it fightin’. When you’re driven to the wall, Take it fightin’. There are things that we delight i…

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…

You love me, you say, and I think… But I know so many who don’t, And how can I say I’ll be true to… When I know very well that I won’… I have journeyed long and my goal…

The camp of high-class spielers, Who sneered in summer dress, And doo-dah dilettante, And scornful “venuses”— House agents, and storekeepers,

I met Jack Ellis in town to-day— Jack Ellis—my old mate, Jack— Ten years ago, from the Castlerea… We carried our swags together away To the Never-Again, Out Back.