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;

It is well when you’ve lived in cl… To mourn for the days gone by, Would I live the same life over Could I live again? Not I! But, knowing the false from the re…

The rooster is a brainless dude, a… The hen’s an awful fool we know, t… She’ll flutter, cackling, anywhere… And try to hatch a door-knob, too,… The turkey is of small account, we…

Have you seen the bush by moonligh… Blackened log and stump and saplin… Here a patch of glassy water; ther… Have you heard the still voice cal… “I’m the Mother-Bush that bore yo…

THE CROSS-CUT and the crowbar… And make a greenhide rack to fit t… The “done” long-handled shovel and… The crowbar, pick-axe and the “thr… The old patched tent and “fly”, ba…

We wrote and sang of a bush we nev… Had known in youth in the Western… Of the dear old homes by the shini… The deep, clear creeks and the hil… The grass waved high on the flat a…

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…

Rolling out to fight for England,… Rolling North to fight for Englan… Fighting hard for France and Engl… Fighting hard for Australasia and… Fighting hard.

When Charley sang of Polan’s Dea… ‘Twould stir your heart and soul a… you’d grip your seat and hold your… And want to fight for Polan’

When the heavy sand is yielding ba… And across the distant timber you… When your head is hot and aching,… And it’s fifteen miles to water in… Don’t give up, don’t be down-heart…

I met her on the Lachlan Side— A darling girl I thought her, And ere I left I swore I’d win The free-selector’s daughter. I milked her father’s cows a month…

Now this is a rhyme that might wel… Gummed in your hat till the end of… Say Good-bye when your chum is ma… Say Good-bye while the church-bel… Say Good-bye—if you ask why must…

Now this is the creed from the Bo… Should be simple and plain to a du… “If a man’s in a hole you must pas… Were he jail-bird or gentleman onc…

Arouseabout of rouseabouts, from a… I bear a nick-name of the bush, an… I came from where I camp’d last n… I rub the darkness from my eyes, r… Some take the track for bitter pri…

‘this a wonderful time when these… These long ’small hours’ of night, When grass is crisp, and the air i… And the stars come close and brigh… The moon hangs caught in a silvery…