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…

WHEN you drink of what the poets… And yer mouth, in spite of laughin… Do not whine for help or pity; nev… Lay yer list’€™ners back and fight… Though the world on empty pockets…

Fear ye not the stormy future, for… And the armies of Australia shall… The glorious words and music of A… When her true hearts rush together… We may not be there to hear it– 't…

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…

The breezes waved the silver grass… Waist-high along the siding, And to the creek we ne’er could pa… Three boys on bare-back riding; Beneath the sheoaks in the bend

Grown tired of mourning for my sin… And brooding over merits— The other night with bothered brow I went amongst the spirits; And I met one that I knew well:

When the wars of the world seemed… Ten years ago in Australia, I wro… And I pictured Australians fighti… For the old things, pride or count… And they lounged on the rim of Au…

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!…

I mind the river from Mount Frome To Ballanshantie’s Bridge, The Mudgee Hills, and Buckaroo, Lowe’s Peak, and Granite Ridge. The “tailers” in the creek beneath…

Jim Duff was a ‘native,’as wild a… A stealer and duffer of cattle was… But back in his youth he had stole… Or a diamond rather—the heart of a… She served with a squatter who liv…

'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…

A black-sheep, from England, who… Riding where the stockmen ride— He sat by the hut when the day’s w… Lone huts where the black sheep bi… “I’m tired of my life!” to his lon…

I listened through the music and t… And all the hollow noises of that… I heard beyond the music and beyon… The steady tramp of thousands that… Tramp! tramp! tramp!

Out West, where the stars are bri… Where the scorching north wind blo… And the bones of the dead gleam wh… And the sun on a desert glows— Yet within the selfish kingdom

Let bushmen think as bushmen will, And say whate’er they choose, I hate to hear the stupid sneer At New Chum Jackaroos. He may not ride as you can ride,