Over there, above the jetty, stand… With a tennis ground and terrace,… They are gentlemen and ladies—they… But old Varden’s been unlucky—los… Troubles gathered fast upon him wh…

Did you see that man riding past, With shoulders bowed with care? There’€™s failure in his eyes to l… And in his heart despair. He seldom looks to left or right,

Why are the sheoaks forever sighin… (Sheoaks that sigh when the wind i… Why are the dead hopes forever dyi… (Dead hopes that died and are with… As you make it and what you will.

The breezes waved the silver grass… Waist-high along the siding, And to the creek we ne’er could pa… Three boys on bare-back riding; Beneath the sheoaks in the bend

INTRODUCTION The theme is ancient as the hills, With all their prehistoric glory; But yet of Corney and his friend, We’ve often longed to tell the sto…

When God’s wrath-cloud is o’er me… Affrighting heart and mind; When days seem dark before me, And days seem black behind; Those friends who think they know…

Because he had sinned and suffered… And because of his wonderful sympa… Born and bred of the people, he kn… And because he had struggled throu… Speaker and leader and poet, tall…

There’s many a schoolboy’s bat and… For he hears a voice in the future… A serious light in his eyes is see… He keeps his kit and his rifle cle… But straight or crooked, or round,…

Oh, do you hear the argument, far… The voice of old Saint Peter, in… Growing shrill, and ever shriller,… More in sorrow than in anger, like… Old Saint Peter’s had his trouble…

A dusty clearing in the scrubs Of barren, western lands— Where, out of sight, or sign of ho… The wretched school-house stands; A roof that glares at glaring days…

Old Mate! In the gusty old weath… When our hopes and our troubles we… In the years spent in wearing out… I found you unselfish and true— I have gathered these verses toget…

’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

'€™Twas merry when the hut was ful… Of jolly girls and fellows. We danced and sang until we burst The concertina’€™s bellows. From distant Darling to the sea,

IN THE days that will be olden a… Ere the world emerged from darknes… On a mountain rising steeply from… Raised in scorn above the lowlands… Mammon Castle, built of marble th…

I’m lyin’ on the barren ground tha… And dunno if my legs or back or he… I’ve got no spirits left to rise a… I’m too knocked up to light a fire… Oh it’s trampin’, trampin’, tra-a-…