When friends are listening round m… And I am lying in a sleep they sa… Don’t notice what the doctor says,… I’ll tell you how to rouse me if… Just you bring in your fiddle, Ja…

At suburban railway stations—you m… there are signboards on the platfo… And to me the whirr and thunder an… Seem to be forever saying ‘Second… Wait here second class

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…

Three bushmen one morning rode up… And one of them called for the dri… They’d only returned from a trip t… And, eager to greet them, the land… He absently poured out a glass of…

BLACKSOIL PLAINS were grey… Fifteen years away, and five hundr… Swag and bag and billy carried all… Before we were married, and I wis… River banks were grassy—grassy in…

Only one old post is standing— Solid yet, but only one— Where the milking, and the brandin… And the slaughtering were done. Later years have brought dejection…

Oh, the track through the scrub gr… And lower and lower his grey head… For the swagman is old and the swa… He’s been tramping for over a cent… He tramps in a worn-out old “side…

Fear ye not the stormy future, for… And the armies of Australia shall… The glorious words and music of A… When her true hearts rush together… We may not be there to hear it– 't…

Call me traitor to my country and… And the foe of “law and order”, we… But I scorn the biassed sentence… That was fouled and mutilated by t… For the strength that I inherit i…

I mind the river from Mount Frome To Ballanshantie’s Bridge, The Mudgee Hills, and Buckaroo, Lowe’s Peak, and Granite Ridge. The “tailers” in the creek beneath…

They were hanging men in Buckland… The parson from his pulpit and the… They were hanging men and brothers… When a quiet man from Buckland ro… Not a young man in his glory fille…

’Twas in the felon’s dock he stood… His voice with grief was broken, a… He muttered, as that broken nose h… ‘It’s orfal when the p’leece has g… ‘I am a honest workin’ cove, as an…

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:

We love the land when the world go… And deep, deep down in her thorny… Where nobody comes, and nobody kno… We love the Rose. Oh! we love the… And none to tell us, and none to t…

If they missed my face in Farmers… When the landlord lit the lamp, They would grin and say in their c… 'Oh! he’s down at the Gipsy camp!… But they’d read of things in the…