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;

BY RIGHT of birth in southern l… I see my country ruined by the wro… And shall I stand with fireless e… While Mammon builds his Londons o… CHORUS:

So at last a toll they’ll levy For the passing fool who sings— Take the harp grown dull and heavy (With the dried blood on the strin… Let us sing, and sing right gaily,

Pat M’Durmer brought the tidings… 'There are lively days before ye—c… And the boys were all excited, for… And, in subsequent elections, God… There was little there to live for…

What though the world does me ill… And cares my life environ; I’d sooner laugh with Bobbie Burn… Than sneer with titled Byron. The smile has always been the best…

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

There’s the same old coaching stab… And the yard the coaches stood in… And the public-private parlour, wh… Was the shoeing forge and smithy u… There’s the same old walls and woo…

Fire lighted; on the table a meal… A lantern in the stable; a jingle… The mail-coach looming darkly by l… The growl of sleepy voices; a cand… A stumble in the passage of folk w…

I cannot blame old Israel yet, For I am not a sage, I shall not know until I get The son of my old age. The mysteries of this Vale of Tea…

Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his stock-horse bears him…

They say he was thrown and run ove… But that is sheer nonsense, of cou… I taught him to ride when a kiddy, And Dan wasn’t thrown from his ho… The horse that Dan rode was a dev…

On the top of Mount Clarence, Al… On the summit of Mount Clarence r… Stands a tall and naked flagstaff,… Russian scare that scares no longe… Yet the flagstaff still is standin…

When first I came to town, resolv… To fight my way alone, No prouder foot than mine e’er tro… Upon the pavement stone; But I am one in thousands,

It is New Year’s Day and I rise… The Bards have commenced to fill… They’re patting their binjies with… That a binjied bard is a bard inde… Old chaps,

So I sit and write and ponder, wh… Seeing visions “over yonder” of th… In the corner– not a vision– but a… Stand a box of ammunition and a ri… And in this, the living present, l…