The kangaroo was formed to run, but not from man alone - it ran before the horse or gun or native dog was known. It ran when drought left waterhole…

The night came down thro’ Deadman… Where the ghostly saplings bent Before a wind that tore the fly From many a digger’s tent. Dark as pitch, and the rain rushed…

We, three men of commerce, Striving wealth to raise, See but little promise In the coming days; Though our hearts are brittle,

Long Bill, the captain of the pus… And wished to change his life and… ’Twas rumour’d that the Gory B.'s… That he would turn respectable and… He craved the kiss of innocence; h…

He’d been for years in Sydney “a-… His name was Joseph Swallow, “the… In spite of all the stories and sk… And so his friends held meetings (… To advertise their little selves a…

To a town in Southern land Light of purse I come and lone; And I pause awhile, and stand By a pedestal of stone; And I bend my head and bow

By hut, homestead and shearing she… By railroad, coach and track– By lonely graves where rest the de… Up-Country and Out-Back: To where beneath the clustered sta…

When he’s over a rough and unpopul… With the sins of the bank and the… When he musn’t look black or indul… And thirty or forty men hate him l… I am moved to admit—when the total…

A public parlour in the slums, The haunt of vice and villainy, Where things are said unfit to hea… And things are done unfit to see; ’Mid ribald jest and reckless song…

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…

A lonely young wife In her dreaming discerns A lily-decked pool With a border of ferns, And a beautiful child,

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…

The stamp of Scotland is on his f… But he sailed to the South a lad, And he does not think of the black… And the bitter hard youth he had; He thinks of a nearer and dearer p…

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…

She sits beside the tinted tide, That’s reddened by the tortured sa… And through the East, to ocean wi… A vessel sails from sight of land. But she will wait and watch in vai…