Fear ye not the stormy future, for… And the armies of Australia shall… The glorious words and music of A… When her true hearts rush together… We may not be there to hear it– 't…

An’ SO ’e’s dead in London, An’ answered to the call, An’ trotted through the Long Stre… With ’earse an’ plumes an’ all? We was village boys an’ brothers—

LET the liar call me liar, And the robber call me thief. They can only fan the fire That is born of my belief. While I’m speaking, while I’m wri…

Once I wrote a little poem which… And I showed the printer’s copy t… First he praised the thing a littl… ‘The ideas are good,’ he muttered,… So I straighten’d up the rhythm w…

I’ve done with joys an’ misery, An’ why should I repine? There’s no one knows the past but… An’ that ol’ dog o’ mine. We camp an’ walk an’ camp an’ walk…

THE CROSS-CUT and the crowbar… And make a greenhide rack to fit t… The “done” long-handled shovel and… The crowbar, pick-axe and the “thr… The old patched tent and “fly”, ba…

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,

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…

Weary old wife, with the bucket an… ‘How’s your son Jack? and where i… Haggard old eyes that turn to the… ‘Boys will be boys, and he’s gone… Grief without tears and grief with…

Set me back for twenty summers— For I’m tired of cities now— Set my feet in red-soil furrows And my hands upon the plough, With the two 'Black Brothers’ tru…

The colours of the setting sun Withdrew across the Western land— He raised the sliprails, one by on… And shot them home with trembling… Her brown hands clung—her face gre…

Shrivelled leather, rusty buckles,… Scorched for months upon the pomme… Shrunken eyes that once were light… And the sores upon our eyelids are… And our hair is thin and dying fro…

We’re marching along, we’re gath’r… We place on our right reliance, We fling in the air, for all who c… Our first loud notes of defiance! We fling in the air,

The boy cleared out to the city fr… They were Scots of the Riverina,… The old man burned his letters, th… And he scratched his name from the… A year went past and another. The…

From over the leagues of ice and s… From back of the days of long ago,… To the end of the world and our G… I have set the lines on my childre… That the world shall know and my n…