Our Andy’s gone to battle now 'Gainst Drought, the red marauder… Our Andy’s gone with cattle now Across the Queensland border. He’s left us in dejection now;

There are scenes in the distance w… On the desolate flats where gaunt… Where the brooding old ridge rises… From his dark lonely gullies of st… There are voice-haunted gaps, ever…

The Country Girl reflects at last… And well in her young days— For she is learning very fast, The worth of City ways. The emptiness of Tailors men

You may roam the wide seas over, f… Sail as far as ships can sail, and… You may ride and tramp wherever ra… But the crowd has been before you,… For the Early Days are over,

By the bodies and minds and souls… In the city’s offal-holes, where t… By the prayers that bubble out, bu… We swear the tyrants of earth to r… By the child that sees the light,…

At suburban railway stations—you m… there are signboards on the platfo… And to me the whirr and thunder an… Seem to be forever saying ‘Second… Wait here second class

The Lady of the Motor Car she st… Her face is like the stone, my fri… Her face is like the stone, my fri… Because her heart is dead, my frie… The Lady of the Motor Car she sp…

An’ SO ’e’s dead in London, An’ answered to the call, An’ trotted through the Long Stre… With ’earse an’ plumes an’ all? We was village boys an’ brothers—

They were hanging men in Buckland… The parson from his pulpit and the… They were hanging men and brothers… When a quiet man from Buckland ro… Not a young man in his glory fille…

I hate the pen, the foolscap fair, The poet’s corner, and the page, For Grief and Death are written t… In every land and every age. The poets sing and play their part…

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…

At a point where the old road cros… The river, and turns to the right, I’d camped with the team; and the… Was all fixed up for the night. I’d been to the town to carry

Lo! the Boar’s tail is salted, an… And his right eye is extinguished… He is flying round the fences wher… And he’s very much excited for a q… For his ships have had a scrap and…

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…

I was welcome in a palace when the… I was petted in a garden and my tr… But for me above the alleys there… Where the third-rate public houses… Where the third-rate public houses