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

Macquarie the shearer had met with an accident. To tell the truth, he had been in a drunken row at a wayside shanty, from which he had escaped with three fractured ribs, a cracked head,...

Tall, and stout, and solid-looking… Yet a wreck; None would think Death’s finger’s… Him from deck. Cause of half the fun that’s start…

'Tis a legend of the bushmen from… When he opened up the country and… Tis the old tale of a fortune miss… And, perhaps, you haven’t heard it… They were north of running rivers,…

Drums of all that’s right and wron… And the new-born baby hears them a… Drums of all that is to be, and al… And we hear them when we’re dreami… Drums of martyred innocence and dr…

On the Track of Grand Endeavour,… Past the Turn-Back, and past How… Past old Bullock-Yoke and Bog Fl… Lies the camp that we have christe… We were young and strong and fearl…

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…

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…

Fire lighted; on the table a meal… A lantern in the stable; a jingle… The mail-coach looming darkly by l… The growl of sleepy voices; a cand… A stumble in the passage of folk w…

With our boundaries swung to the c… And the six-starred flag of our de… God grant from Greed or the dust… From all save our blood, if we mus… We yield no praise and we speak no…

Jim Duff was a ‘native,’as wild a… A stealer and duffer of cattle was… But back in his youth he had stole… Or a diamond rather—the heart of a… She served with a squatter who liv…

OH, this is a song of the old lig… And this is a song for the old lig… That came to my heart to comfort m… And here is a hand to the good old… And this is a song for the camp-fi…

The shipping-office clerks are ‘sh… ‘They cannot make reductions,’ and… They ship us West with cattle, an… And fight like dogs three times a… We’ll have the pick of empty bunks…

BY RIGHT of birth in southern l… I see my country ruined by the wro… And shall I stand with fireless e… While Mammon builds his Londons o… CHORUS:

I’m glad that the Bushmen can’t s… A-doing it tall in the town; I’ve an inch-brimmed hat on my sun… And my collar jumps up and down. I’m wearing a vest that would char…