Let others sing praise of their se… But give me the bush with its limi… Then it’s over the ranges and into… To the scenes of wild boyhood; we… We’ll ride and we’ll ride from the…

He never drew a sword to fight a d… Nor gave a life to save a life no… He lived because he had been born—… And fought the battle with his fis… Yet there are many men who would d…

I HATE this grinding poverty— To toil, and pinch, and borrow, And be for ever haunted by The spectre of to-morrow. It breaks the strong heart of a ma…

It was a week from Christmas-time… As near as I remember, And half a year since, in the rear… We’d left the Darling timber. The track was hot and more than dr…

In these days of peace and money,… There are ancient dames in Buckla… Wedding rings of steel and iron, w… And the wearers would not give the… In the days of black oppression, w…

I have sinned, like others, blindl… And my best friends say it kindly,… Shall I fly the paltry spirit of… While the battle-drums are beating… Down the street where all men know…

When you’ve come to make a fortune… And the reason of your failure isn… When you haven’t got a billet, and… There is nothing that can spur you… Crawling home with empty pockets,

THERE can be no doubt but that without sentiment the world would be worse than it now is; but sentiment, though a good servant, is a bad master. Though not wishing to make a virtue of s...

They have eaten their fill at your… Like friends since the land was wo… And they rise with a cry of “Aust… With the wheeze of “Australia’s d… Oh, the theme is stale, but they t…

Dust, dust, dust and a dog— Oh! The sheep-dog won’t be last. When the long, long, shadow of the… With the shadow of his mate is cas… A brick-brown woman with the brick…

“Please God, we’ll make a scholar… She’s not like an empress, And crowned with raven hair, She is not “pert an’ bonny,” Nor “winsome, wee, an’ fair.”

If they missed my face in Farmers… When the landlord lit the lamp, They would grin and say in their c… 'Oh! he’s down at the Gipsy camp!… But they’d read of things in the…

'Where are you going with your hor… And the townsfolk still at rest? Where are you going, with your swa… And the night still in the West? Your clothes are worn, and your ch…

When we’ve arrived by boat or rail… And humped our heavy gladstones to… And when we’ve had a wash and brus… And ate a hearty country meal—our… (Damn the city!)

Oh! this is a joyful dirge, my fri… And this is a clamour of Victory,… It isn’t a Yelp of the Battlefiel… But an ode to the Things that the… ’Tis a triolet of the Tomb, you b…