In prison cell I sadly sit, A d__d crest-fallen chappie! And own to you I feel a bit– A little bit - unhappy! It really ain’t the place nor time

Never before was daughter of Eve… There be none of God’s holy angel… As thine, nor dreamer has ever dre… There’s a gleam in your golden tre… There is witchery in your smile,…

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 well-bred horse! but he won’t g… Though I’ve done the best 1 can; He keeps as poor as a blessed rat!… Said the sorrowful stable-man. ‘I’ve bled and I’ve blistered him…

He was a bachelor, gallant and gay She was a spinster prim - Pretty and prim, with a wonderful… Which had captivated him. Oh! well knew she what he wished t…

When I am tired, and old and worn… And harass’d by regret; When blame, reproach, and worldlin… On every side are met; When I have lived long years in v…

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

They are mustering cattle on Brig… Where the stock-horses whinny and… And where long Andy Ferguson, you… Is yet boss on a cutting-out camp. Half the duffers I met would not…

Athwart the star-lit midnight sky Luminous fleecy clouds drift by, As the mysterious, pallid moon Sinks in the waveless still lagoon… Now that the queen of night is dea…

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 -…

There’s a damper in the ashes, tea… There’s whips of feed and shelter… There’s gidya wood about us and wa… And just one bottle left yet of th… There are chops upon the embers, w…

I can mind him at the start - Easy seat and merry heart! Said he, as he threw a glance At the crawling ambulance: ‘Some day I’ll be on the ground

The sun may shine, the rain may fa… And the world roll round about, - The king’s men and king’s horses a… Can never rub one thing out. Skies may darken– clouds will flit…

Trapping brumbies in the moonlight… ‘Way back on Campbell’s country -… When saddled up and ready qur impa… While we squatted in the gunyah wi… And presently the hoof-beats of th…

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…