Dust and smoke against the sunrise… And a broken sky-line looming like… And a trot, trot, trot and canter… It is General Greybeard Shrapnel… And the scarecrows from the trench…

They were hanging men in Buckland… The parson from his pulpit and the… They were hanging men and brothers… When a quiet man from Buckland ro… Not a young man in his glory fille…

He is coming! He is coming! witho… He is coming! He is coming! and h… And, if you should pause to wonder… ’Tis the King of our Republic, an… No, he comes not to amuse us, and…

At a point where the old road cros… The river, and turns to the right, I’d camped with the team; and the… Was all fixed up for the night. I’d been to the town to carry

Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his stock-horse bears him…

Of home, name and wealth and ambit… We are children of fortune and luc… They deny there’s a shred of our c… But they cannot deny us the pluck! We are vagabond scamps, we are kin…

They cheered him from the wharf—it… His hand went to his scarf—his tho… Oh, he was “Jolly Good”, they san… The money lender stood unknown amo… He’d taken him aside, while trembl…

Now the tent poles are rotting, th… And the possums may gambol in tree… I am humping my bluey far out on t… And the prints of my bluchers sink… I am out on the wallaby humping my…

You may roam the wide seas over, f… Sail as far as ships can sail, and… You may ride and tramp wherever ra… But the crowd has been before you,… For the Early Days are over,

Because he had sinned and suffered… And because of his wonderful sympa… Born and bred of the people, he kn… And because he had struggled throu… Speaker and leader and poet, tall…

They can’t hear in West o’ London… Deaf to all save lies and laughter… Tailored brutes and splendid harlo… They can’t hear the warning thunde… More drums! War drums!

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

Sons of the South, awake! arise! Sons of the South, and do. Banish from under your bonny skies Those old-world errors and wrongs… Making a hell in a Paradise

He was bare—we don’t want to be ru… (His condition was owing to drink) They say his condition was nood, Which amounts to the same thing, w… (We mean his condition, we think,

They lie, the men who tell us in a… That want is here a stranger, and… For where the nearest suburb and t… My window-sill is level with the f… Drifting past, drifting past,