Whenever I’m moving my furniture… Or shifting my furniture out— Which is nearly as often and risky… In these days of shifting about— There isn’t a stretcher, there isn…

The nearer camp fires lighted, The distant beacons bright— The horsemen on the skyline Are closing in to-night! My brothers, Oh my brothers!

At suburban railway stations—you m… there are signboards on the platfo… And to me the whirr and thunder an… Seem to be forever saying ‘Second… Wait here second class

Wrap me up in me stockwhip and bla… And bury me deep down below, Where this piffle and sham won’t d… In the land where the coolibahs gr… For I’ve stayed with some well-to…

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…

Oh, Great White Czar of Russia,… You’ve flung afar the grandest cha… You might have been, and could hav… The Czar of all the Russias, in f… ‘The Father of your People,’ your…

He was lengthsman on the railway,… That “pre-eminence in sorrow” of t… But as dear to him and precious we… Were the workman’s little daughter… Speak their names in tones that li…

OH, this is a song of the old lig… And this is a song for the old lig… That came to my heart to comfort m… And here is a hand to the good old… And this is a song for the camp-fi…

I want to be lighting my pipe on d… With my baggage safe below— I want to be free of the crowded q… While the steamer’s swinging slow. I want to be free of treachery,

The Lady of the Motor Car she st… Her face is like the stone, my fri… Her face is like the stone, my fri… Because her heart is dead, my frie… The Lady of the Motor Car she sp…

It was pleasant up the country, C… For you sought the greener patches… And you curse the trams and buses… Though you know the squalid city n… But we lately heard you singing of…

Bill and Jim are mates no longer—… Those two bushmen hate each other… Yet erstwhile they were as brother… Ne’er were mates to one another ha… Bill was one of those who have to…

“Now tell me what can England do?… Said the Kaiser to the Spy. “She can do nought, your Majesty— You rule the sea and sky. Her day of destiny is done;

By Lawson’s Hill, near Mudgee, On old Eurunderee— The place they called “New Pipecl… Where the diggers used to be— On a dreary old selection,

Oh, the track through the scrub gr… And lower and lower his grey head… For the swagman is old and the swa… He’s been tramping for over a cent… He tramps in a worn-out old “side…