We set no right above hers, No earthly light nor star, She hath had many lovers, But not as lovers are: They all were gallant fellows

They lie, the men who tell us in a… That want is here a stranger, and… For where the nearest suburb and t… My window-sill is level with the f… Drifting past, drifting past,

“Please God, we’ll make a scholar… She’s not like an empress, And crowned with raven hair, She is not “pert an’ bonny,” Nor “winsome, wee, an’ fair.”

The camp of high-class spielers, Who sneered in summer dress, And doo-dah dilettante, And scornful “venuses”— House agents, and storekeepers,

The old year went, and the new ret… The cheque was spent that the shea… and the sheds were all cut out; The publican’s words were short an… and the publican’s looks were blac…

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,

I want to be lighting my pipe on d… With my baggage safe below— I want to be free of the crowded q… While the steamer’s swinging slow. I want to be free of treachery,

Wide solemn eyes that question me, Wee hand that pats my head— Where only two have stroked before… And both of them are dead. ‘Ah, poo-ah Daddy mine,’ she says…

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…

It was pleasant up the country, C… For you sought the greener patches… And you curse the trams and buses… Though you know the squalid city n… But we lately heard you singing of…

There is a lasting little flower, That everybody knows, Yet none has thought to think abou… The little Native Rose. The wattle and the waratah—

He has notions of Australia from… Land of leggings and revolvers, la… So he begs old shirts, and someone… He is shipped as ‘general servant,… (In the steamer’s grimy alley, hat…

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…

The Plains lay bare on the homewa… And the march was heavy on man and… For the Spirit of Drought was on… And the white heat danced on the g… The best of our cattle-dogs lagged…