So, sit you down in a straight-bac… And cross your knees with your wis… Grown fat and moral apace, old man… In spite of all, I’d as lief be b… They were hard old days; they were…

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…

The colours of the setting sun Withdrew across the Western land— He raised the sliprails, one by on… And shot them home with trembling… Her brown hands clung—her face gre…

It was built of bark and poles, an… Where each leak in rainy weather m… And the walls were mostly cracks l… There was little need for windows… Then we rode to school and back by…

I HATE this grinding poverty— To toil, and pinch, and borrow, And be for ever haunted by The spectre of to-morrow. It breaks the strong heart of a ma…

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’ll tell you what you wanderers,… Don’t look into a good girl’s eyes… It’s hard to go away alone and lea… It’s hard to travel steerage when… To reach a place when times are ba…

Call this hot? I beg your pardon.… (What’s that, waiter? lamb or mutt… Bread and butter while I’m waitin… I’m just in from west the Darling… Mutton stewed or chops for breakfa…

Comes the British bulldog first—s… He’s so ugly in repose that he’s a… Full of mild benevolence as his ye… Silent as a china dog on the mante… Rub his sides and point his nose,

With eyes that are narrowed to pie… To the awful horizons of land, Through the blaze of hot days, and… White heat-waves that flow on the… Through the Never Land westward a…

Sing the strong, proud song of La… Toss the ringing music high; Liberty’s a nearer neighbour Than she was in days gone by. Workmen’s weary wives and daughter…

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…

We hear a great commotion 'Bout the ship that comes to grief… That founders in mid-ocean, Or is driven on a reef; Because it’s cheap and brittle

The men who camp with Danger Are mostly quiet men: And one may use a rifle, And one may use a pen, And one may strap a camera

Bill and Jim are mates no longer—… Those two bushmen hate each other… Yet erstwhile they were as brother… Ne’er were mates to one another ha… Bill was one of those who have to…