Where shall we go for prophecy? W… The holiday street is crowded, pav… Band and banner pass by us, and th… But that great waiting silence is… Where is the cheering and laughter…

The men who camp with Danger Are mostly quiet men: And one may use a rifle, And one may use a pen, And one may strap a camera

You’d call the man a senseless foo… A blockhead or an ass, Who’d dare to say he saw the ghost Of Mount Victoria Pass; But I believe the ghost is there,

The Captains sailed from all the… And each one for his country’s eas… The Captains sailed to Southern… And some sailed out beyond the Wo… And each one for his daily bread,…

It is stuffy in the steerage where… For there’s near a hundred for’ard… They are trav’lers for the most pa… But their linen’s rather scanty, a… Stowed away like ewes and wethers…

He’s somewhere up in Queensland, The old folks used to say; He’s somewhere up in Queensland, The people say to-day. But Somewhere (up in Queensland)

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 have lived till these times, br… We who lived in this; We have not grown old together, Soon our lives must close— Rewi’s first! For I am dying

Grown tired of mourning for my sin… And brooding over merits— The other night with bothered brow I went amongst the spirits; And I met one that I knew well:

They’d parted but a year before—sh… She stammer’d, blushed, held out h… How could he know that all the whi… He called her ‘Miss le Brook,’ an… They’d parted but a year before; t…

The Eagle screams at the beck of… Must wrestle the right to live or… For, as in the days when the bucca… The national honour is one thing d… She has slaughtered thousands with…

They were men of many nations, the… They were men in many places, and… Men of many types and faces, but,… They were men I met in trouble, a… Some were friends, but most were s…

“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”

It was the King of Virland— O he was angry then— That rode to crush rebellion With twenty thousand men. His enemies he scattered

Some carry their swags in the Gre… Where the bravest battle and die, And a few have gone to their last… And a few have said: Good-bye! The coast grows dim, and it may be…