Rise Ye! rise ye! noble toilers!… Rise ye! for the cursed tyrants cr… They would treat ye worse than sl-… Rise and crush the selfish tyrants… Rise ye rise ye glorious toilers

I long for the streets but the Lo… For there I am never a saint; There are lovable characters out i… With humour heroic and quaint; And, be it Up Country, or be it…

There’ll be royal times in Sydney… There’ll be lots of dreary drivel… From the men who own Australia, b… And who could not point their runs… Oh, the daily Press will grovel a…

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…

THE Salvation Army does good business in some of the outback towns of the great pastoral wastes of Australia. There’s the thoughtless, careless generosity of the bushman, whose pockets ...

Far back in the days when the blac… In long single file ’neath the eve… The wool-teams in season came down… And journeyed for weeks on their w… ’Twas then that our hearts and our…

’Tis no tale of heroism, ’tis no t… But of ordinary boozing, and of du… Of the everlasting friction that m… Tale of nagging and of drinking—an… Name of Jones—perhaps you know hi…

They are creeping on through the c… Ere they rush to stab with the bay… And many are wounded, many are dea… And fling them down on a blood-sta… And they dream, perhaps, of the da…

The Russian march is soft and slo… Through dust and heat, or slush an… When the Russian skies hang grey… To the frontiers far where the Ru… And they march to-night and they m…

Where the needle-woman toils Through the night with hand and br… Till the sickly daylight shudders… Till her eyes seem to crawl, And her brain seems to creep—

We wrote and sang of a bush we nev… Had known in youth in the Western… Of the dear old homes by the shini… The deep, clear creeks and the hil… The grass waved high on the flat a…

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…

Now this is the creed from the Bo… Should be simple and plain to a du… “If a man’s in a hole you must pas… Were he jail-bird or gentleman onc…

You’re off away to London now, Where no one dare ignore you, With Southern laurels on your bro… And all the world before you. But if you should return again,

The blue sky arches o’er mountain… The scene is as fair as a scene ca… But I’m breaking my heart for a L… And fogs that shall never come bac… I choke with tears when the day is…