Tall, and stout, and solid-looking… Yet a wreck; None would think Death’s finger’s… Him from deck. Cause of half the fun that’s start…

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

It is night-time when the saddest… When outside the printing office t… When the love-wrong is accomplishe… That the blackest lies are written… ’Tis the time of “late editions”.…

Old time is tramping close to-day—… A mighty change is on the way, an’… Some dust’ll fly from beery coats—… I’m glad that wimin has the votes—… I’m just a trifle scared—For why?…

He longed to be a Back-Blocks Ba… And fame he wished to win— He wrote at night and studied hard (He read THE BULLETIN); He sent in “stuff” unceasingly,

BEATEN back in sad dejection, After years of weary toil On that burning hot selection Where the drought has gorged his s… All in vain ’gainst him, the vultu…

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…

An hour before the sun goes down Behind the ragged boughs, I go across the little run And bring the dusty cows; And once I used to sit and rest

He was bare—we don’t want to be ru… (His condition was owing to drink) They say his condition was nood, Which amounts to the same thing, w… (We mean his condition, we think,

When at first in foreign parts Was her flag unfurled, England was a Gipsy lass Peddling round the world. Sailing on the Spanish Main—

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…

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,…

They’d parted but a year before—sh… She stammer’d, blushed, held out h… How could he know that all the whi… He called her ‘Miss le Brook,’ an… They’d parted but a year before; t…

It was the King of Virland— O he was angry then— That rode to crush rebellion With twenty thousand men. His enemies he scattered

’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…