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…

A public parlour in the slums, The haunt of vice and villainy, Where things are said unfit to hea… And things are done unfit to see; ’Mid ribald jest and reckless song…

He’d been for years in Sydney “a-… His name was Joseph Swallow, “the… In spite of all the stories and sk… And so his friends held meetings (… To advertise their little selves a…

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…

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…

I Looked upon the lilies When the morning sun was low, And the sun shone through a lily With a softened honey glow. A spot was in the lily

By his paths through the parched d… Hot rides and the terrible tramps; By the hunger, the thirst, the pri… Of his work in the further most ca… By his worth in the light that sha…

Oh, Great White Czar of Russia,… You’ve flung afar the grandest cha… You might have been, and could hav… The Czar of all the Russias, in f… ‘The Father of your People,’ your…

Have you seen the bush by moonligh… Blackened log and stump and saplin… Here a patch of glassy water; ther… Have you heard the still voice cal… “I’m the Mother-Bush that bore yo…

The shearers squint along the pens… The shearers squint along the boar… They have no time to straighten up… But when the Boss is looking on,… The 'rouser’ has no soul to save.…

All is well—in a prison—to-night,… I must speak, for the sake of my h… For what does it matter to me if t… I’m as free as I ever shall be—th… I am free! I am haunted no more b…

Do you think, you slaves of a thou… You can crush the spirit that has… When you’ve scattered the last of… You will hold the land– ay, you’ll… Till your gold has levelled each m…

A lonely young wife In her dreaming discerns A lily-decked pool With a border of ferns, And a beautiful child,

The stamp of Scotland is on his f… But he sailed to the South a lad, And he does not think of the black… And the bitter hard youth he had; He thinks of a nearer and dearer p…

The brooding ghosts of Australian… My spirit revives in the morning b… though it died when the sun went d… The river is high and the stream i… and the grass is green and tall,