There’s many a schoolboy’s bat and… For he hears a voice in the future… A serious light in his eyes is see… He keeps his kit and his rifle cle… But straight or crooked, or round,…

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,

By his paths through the parched d… Hot rides and the terrible tramps; By the hunger, the thirst, the pri… Of his work in the further most ca… By his worth in the light that sha…

I am back from up the country—very… Seeking for the Southern poets’ l… I have lost a lot of idols, which… Burnt a lot of fancy verses, and… Further out may be the pleasant sc…

It is well when you’ve lived in cl… To mourn for the days gone by, Would I live the same life over Could I live again? Not I! But, knowing the false from the re…

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…

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…

The short hour’s halt is ended, The red gone from the west, The broken wheel is mended, And the dead men laid to rest. Three days have we retreated

There are three lank bards in a bo… Ah! The number is one too few— They have deemed their home and th… For the thing that they have to do… Three glasses they fill with the…

Do you think, you slaves of a thou… You can crush the spirit that has… When you’ve scattered the last of… You will hold the land– ay, you’ll… Till your gold has levelled each m…

If you fancy that your people came… If you hint of higher breeding by… If you’re proud because of fortune… Then I’ll play no second fiddle:… If you think that your profession…

Now, I think there is a likeness… For he did a lot of trampin’ long… He was 'union’ when the workers fi… And I’m glad that old St Peter k… When the ancient agitator and his…

Rise Ye! rise ye! noble toilers!… Rise ye! for the cursed tyrants cr… They would treat ye worse than sl-… Rise and crush the selfish tyrants… Rise ye rise ye glorious toilers

I long for the streets but the Lo… For there I am never a saint; There are lovable characters out i… With humour heroic and quaint; And, be it Up Country, or be it…

You almost heard the surface bake,… You could have watched the grass s… In such a drought the strongest he… 'Twould frighten Satan to his hom… The tanks went dry on Ninety Mile…