“Was I at Eureka?” His figure wa… And a flood of proud recollections… With pleasure they lighted and gli… And we gathered about him and list… “Ah, those were the days,” said th…

The sand was heavy on our feet, A Christmas sky was o’er us, And half a mile through dust and h… Lake ’Liza lay before us. ‘You’ll have a long and heavy tram…

A public parlour in the slums, The haunt of vice and villainy, Where things are said unfit to hea… And things are done unfit to see; ’Mid ribald jest and reckless song…

He has notions of Australia from… Land of leggings and revolvers, la… So he begs old shirts, and someone… He is shipped as ‘general servant,… (In the steamer’s grimy alley, hat…

The Country Girl reflects at last… And well in her young days— For she is learning very fast, The worth of City ways. The emptiness of Tailors men

When you see a man come walking do… Suit of saddle tweed and soft shir… With the careless swing and carria… There is freedom in Australia! he… Clingin’ back,

I may walk until I’m fainting, I… I might drink until my back teeth… But I can’t forget my ruin and th… When I wore a pink carnation in m… Oh, I thought that time could con…

Some born of homely parents For ages settled down— The steady generations Of village, farm, and town: And some of dusky fathers

By hut, homestead and shearing she… By railroad, coach and track– By lonely graves where rest the de… Up-Country and Out-Back: To where beneath the clustered sta…

Now, with the wars of the world be… Now while the frightened nations r… Now, when our blathering fools are… All unprovided and unprepared, the… “Get the people– no matter how,” t…

It has a “point” of neither sex But comes in guise of both, And, doubly dangerous complex, It is a thing to loathe— A lady with her sweet, sad smile,

“Call that a yarn!” said old Tom… “What rot! I’ll lay my hat I’ll sling you a yarn worth more n… Such pumped-up yarns as that.” And thereupon old Tommy “slew”

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…

Wrap me up in me stockwhip and bla… And bury me deep down below, Where this piffle and sham won’t d… In the land where the coolibahs gr… For I’ve stayed with some well-to…

Who Was Found Dead Near This Tr… (Don’t Cut Down this Tree, for a… Oh, the wild black swans fly westw… While the sun goes down in glory— And away o’er lonely plain and hil…