Not to the sober and staid, Leading a quiet life, But to men whose paths are laid Ever through storm and strife— Here is a song from me,

Most unpleasantly adjacent to the… Stood a 'terrace’ in the city when… And a notice indicated there were… In the middle house, and lodgings… Now, a singular observer could hav…

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…

Ten miles down Reedy River A pool of water lies, And all the year it mirrors The changes in the skies. Within that pool’s broad bosom

While they struggle on exhausted, While they plough through bog and… While they drag their sick and wou… Where the tracks are drenched with… While the Fates seemed joined to…

The old year went, and the new ret… The cheque was spent that the shea… and the sheds were all cut out; The publican’s words were short an… and the publican’s looks were blac…

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…

There’s many a schoolboy’s bat and… For he hears a voice in the future… A serious light in his eyes is see… He keeps his kit and his rifle cle… But straight or crooked, or round,…

I saw it in the days gone by, When the dead girl lay at rest, And the wattle and the native rose We placed upon her breast. I saw it in the long ago

The Big rough boys from the runs… And yelled in the slang of the Ou… ‘It’s not too rusty’—and ‘Wool aw… ‘Sheep O! Sheep O!’—‘We’ll cut o… ‘What price the tally in camp to-n…

OLD coach-road West by Nor’-ward… Old mile-tree by the track: A dead branch pointing forward, And a dead branch pointing back. And still in clear-cut romans

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…

As it was in the beginning, so we’… For a lover, or a brother, or a sw… As it was in the beginning, so we’… When weak women hug their babies,… As ’tis written now, or spoken, so…

Drums of all that’s right and wron… And the new-born baby hears them a… Drums of all that is to be, and al… And we hear them when we’re dreami… Drums of martyred innocence and dr…

There’s a class of men (and women)… Cunning, treacherous, suspicious—f… Brainy, yet without the courage to… Cautiously they feel their way beh… If you save a bit of money, and yo…