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…

Did you hear the children singing,… Did you hear the children singing… In the sunshine and the rain, As they’ll never sing again— Hear the little school-girls singi…

I’m lyin’ on the barren ground tha… And dunno if my legs or back or he… I’ve got no spirits left to rise a… I’m too knocked up to light a fire… Oh it’s trampin’, trampin’, tra-a-…

I scorn the man, a fool at most, And ignorant and blind, Who loves to go about and boast “He understands mankind.” I thought I had that knowledge to…

Turn the light down, nurse, and le… For the Bush is slipping from me, and the town… Draw the blinds, the streets are l…

As it was in the beginning, so we’… For a lover, or a brother, or a sw… As it was in the beginning, so we’… When weak women hug their babies,… As ’tis written now, or spoken, so…

We have lived till these times, br… We who lived in this; We have not grown old together, Soon our lives must close— Rewi’s first! For I am dying

Now up and down the siding brown The great black crows are flyin’, And down below the spur, I know, Another 'milker’s’ dyin’; The crops have withered from the g…

There’ll be royal times in Sydney… There’ll be lots of dreary drivel… From the men who own Australia, b… And who could not point their runs… Oh, the daily Press will grovel a…

The Captains sailed from all the… And each one for his country’s eas… The Captains sailed to Southern… And some sailed out beyond the Wo… And each one for his daily bread,…

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,

OLD coach-road West by Nor’-ward… Old mile-tree by the track: A dead branch pointing forward, And a dead branch pointing back. And still in clear-cut romans

Are you coming, Ivan, coming?—Ah,… In the vast land that we know not—… We are watching through the daybre… For the dots upon the skyline—blac… We are watching through the mornin…

“Call that a yarn!” said old Tom… “What rot! I’ll lay my hat I’ll sling you a yarn worth more n… Such pumped-up yarns as that.” And thereupon old Tommy “slew”

Now, with the wars of the world be… Now while the frightened nations r… Now, when our blathering fools are… All unprovided and unprepared, the… “Get the people– no matter how,” t…