I met Jack Ellis in town to-day— Jack Ellis—my old mate, Jack— Ten years ago, from the Castlerea… We carried our swags together away To the Never-Again, Out Back.

'Tis the song of many husbands, an… That you cannot call me coward now… I have written much for women, whe… But the men who made bad matches c… Oh, the men who made bad matches a…

The men who camp with Danger Are mostly quiet men: And one may use a rifle, And one may use a pen, And one may strap a camera

Emblems of storm and danger, Spindrift and mountain stern, Plants that welcome the stranger— Seaweed, tussock, and fern. Known to the world-wide ranger,

Did you hear the children singing,… Did you hear the children singing… In the sunshine and the rain, As they’ll never sing again— Hear the little school-girls singi…

From Crow’s Nest here by Sydney… Where crows had nests of old I see the Range where day goes do… The dim blue in the gold. And sometimes wonder, half in doub…

Roll up, Eureka’s heroes, on that… For Lalor’s gone to join you in t… Roll up and give him welcome such… For well he battled for the rights… In that bright golden country that…

'Twixt the coastline and the borde… In the days before the bushman was… An’ they say the local meeting was… Which was ended pretty often by an… An’ 'tis said the city talent very…

Arouseabout of rouseabouts, from a… I bear a nick-name of the bush, an… I came from where I camp’d last n… I rub the darkness from my eyes, r… Some take the track for bitter pri…

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…

’Tis a yarn I heard of a new-chum… On the edge of the Never-Never, Where the dead men lie and the bla… And the bushman lies for ever. ’Twas the custom still with the lo…

Texas Jack, you are amusin’. By… When I seen yer rig and saddle wi… Holy smoke! In such a saddle how… Why, I seen a gal ride bareback w… Gosh! so-help-me! strike-me-balmy!…

A tall, slight, English gentleman… With an eyeglass to his eye; He mostly says “Good-Bai” to you, When he means to say “Good-bye”; He shakes hands like a ladies’ man…

'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…

I MIND the days when ladies fair Helped on my overcoat, And tucked the silken handkerchief About my precious throat; They used to see the poet’s soul