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…

But what’s the use of writing ‘bus… Though editors demand it— For city folk, and farming folk, Can never understand it. They’re blind to what the bushman…

NOT to the sober and staid, Leading a quiet life, But to men whose paths are laid Ever through storm and strife’€” Here is a song from me,

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…

A lonely child, with toil o’ertaxe… Sits Cinderella by the fire; Her limbs in weariness relaxed, And in her eyes a sad desire. But soon a wreath is on her brow;

Ned knew I was short of tobacco o… And that I was too proud to ask f… He hated such pride, but his delic… Forbade him to take me to task for… I loathed to be cadging tobacco fr…

’Tis no tale of heroism, ’tis no t… But of ordinary boozing, and of du… Of the everlasting friction that m… Tale of nagging and of drinking—an… Name of Jones—perhaps you know hi…

Now up and down the siding brown The great black crows are flyin’, And down below the spur, I know, Another 'milker’s’ dyin’; The crops have withered from the g…

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…

A cloud of dust on the long white… And the teams go creeping on Inch by inch with the weary load; And by the power of the green-hide… The distant goal is won.

The motor car is sullen, like a th… The motor car is master of Smart… ’Twas born of sweated genius and c… ’Twas planned by Retribution to r… And straight for Caesar’s Column,

’Tis glorious morning everywhere Save where the alleys lie— I see the fleecy steam jets bid “Good morning” to the sky. The gullies of the waratah

Behold! the biased foes of Right Are conscious of their danger, They’re startled by the dawning li… So very long a stranger. And fearing for their rotting laws…

Where the needle-woman toils Through the night with hand and br… Till the sickly daylight shudders… Till her eyes seem to crawl, And her brain seems to creep—