We’ve drunk our wine, we’ve kissed… The horses must be thinking it’s a… Sling the swags on Condamine and… And stuff a bottle in the bags and… What matter if the creeks are up -…

Now, all the world is green and br… Outside the latticed pane; The fields are decked with gold an… And Spring has come again. But though the world be fair witho…

What are you doing now, Paddy Mag… Grafting, or spelling now, Paddy… Breaking, or branding? Or overlanding, Out on the sand ridges, Paddy Mag…

One fox-faced virgin, word for wor… Repeats each sland’rous thing she’… And sourly smiles as scandal slips With gusto from her thin white lip… She’s bad enough! but list a minut…

0 woman, in man’s hour of ease And plenty, how you strive to plea… To win his heart– and purse– you t… With ogle, whisper, smile, and sig… But when he’s short of cash, you f…

Ancient, wrinkled dames and jealou… They whom joyless Age downcasts - And the sere, gray-bearded fellows Who would fain re—live their pasts… These, the ancients, grimly tell u…

So now the Brands Seek other lands; Alack! long ere they reach ‘em A fickle crowd Will cheer as loud

Somebody’s horse has finished his… Somebody’s saddle is on; But never a nigger the tracks can… Or know where Somebody’s gone. Over the rails and up the creek,

A dandy old horsernan is Brigalow… Which his name, sir, is Michael O… Whatever he’s riding, when timber… He is always in front of the crowd… A few tangled locks that are fast…

The world around is sleeping, The stars are bright o’erhead, The shades of myalls weeping Upon the sward are spread; Among the gloomy pinetops

We trucked the cows to Homebush,… Went West through Cunnamulla, and… Camped a while at Gonybibil - but… It for the place where you and Mi… Young Merino bought the station,…

It was a mighty snug resort, that… A snug resort where fellows dined… The boarders all had gone to bed,… When Pat suggested to his pal ’tw… They drifted to the closing bar, a…

The morning-tide is fair and brigh… With golden sun up-springing; The cedars glowed in the new-born… And the bell-bird’s note was ringi… While diamonds dropped by dusky N…

Could I borrow the laverock’s lif… Or the silvery song from the black… Then would I warble the whole day… Telling, in floods of passionate s… How worlds might tremble, or skies…

So Nell was married yesterday! - Let’s fill a bumper mellow, And drain it to old Hymen’s sway… And to the lucky fellow. Time was when 1 was 'gone’ on her: