So you rode from the range where y… Through the ghostly, grey Bush in… You rode slowly at first, lest her… That you were so glad to be gone; You had scarcely the courage to gl…

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…

While you use your best endeavour… The gambling and the drink which a… While you glorify the bully and ta… You’re a clever southern writer, s… If you sing of waving grasses when…

Tall, and stout, and solid-looking… Yet a wreck; None would think Death’s finger’s… Him from deck. Cause of half the fun that’s start…

Oh, Scotty, have you visited the… And did you see the portraits of t… The portraits made by Longstaff,… Of the King and Queen and Lawson… The King is robed in royal state,…

The rising moon on the peaks was b… Her silver light with the sunset g… When a swagman came as the day was… Along a path that he seemed to kno… But all the fences were gone or go…

So the world of odds and evens cea… and the niggard road no longer ech… For another bushman found him with… And the shadows were upon him, and… And it told the stray Camboonian…

She’s milking in the rain and dark… As did her mother in the past. The wretched shed of poles and bar… Rent by the wind, is leaking fast. She sees the “home-roof” black and…

Oh, do you hear the argument, far… The voice of old Saint Peter, in… Growing shrill, and ever shriller,… More in sorrow than in anger, like… Old Saint Peter’s had his trouble…

The breezes blow on the river belo… And the fleecy clouds float high, And I mark how the dark green gum… The bright blue dome of the sky. The rain has been, and the grass i…

I’ll tell you what you wanderers,… Don’t look into a good girl’s eyes… It’s hard to go away alone and lea… It’s hard to travel steerage when… To reach a place when times are ba…

Man, is the Sea your master? Sea,… This is the song of brave men who… Ceaselessly watching to save you,… Soundly asleep in your state room,… Life is a dream, they tell us, but…

When friends are listening round m… And I am lying in a sleep they sa… Don’t notice what the doctor says,… I’ll tell you how to rouse me if… Just you bring in your fiddle, Ja…

A dusty clearing in the scrubs Of barren, western lands— Where, out of sight, or sign of ho… The wretched school-house stands; A roof that glares at glaring days…

WHEN you drink of what the poets… And yer mouth, in spite of laughin… Do not whine for help or pity; nev… Lay yer list’€™ners back and fight… Though the world on empty pockets…