Bill and Jim are mates no longer—… Those two bushmen hate each other… Yet erstwhile they were as brother… Ne’er were mates to one another ha… Bill was one of those who have to…

When the heavy sand is yielding ba… And across the distant timber you… When your head is hot and aching,… And it’s fifteen miles to water in… Don’t give up, don’t be down-heart…

So at last a toll they’ll levy For the passing fool who sings— Take the harp grown dull and heavy (With the dried blood on the strin… Let us sing, and sing right gaily,

We set no right above hers, No earthly light nor star, She hath had many lovers, But not as lovers are: They all were gallant fellows

Let others sing praise of their se… But give me the bush with its limi… Then it’s over the ranges and into… To the scenes of wild boyhood; we… We’ll ride and we’ll ride from the…

(According to Commissioner Hay, Chief Officer of the Salvation Army in Australia, who has just returned from Europe, there are already about 20,000 Salvationists at the Front, and more ...

The Big rough boys from the runs… And yelled in the slang of the Ou… ‘It’s not too rusty’—and ‘Wool aw… ‘Sheep O! Sheep O!’—‘We’ll cut o… ‘What price the tally in camp to-n…

We’re marching along, we’re gath’r… We place on our right reliance, We fling in the air, for all who c… Our first loud notes of defiance! We fling in the air,

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…

Now the tent poles are rotting, th… And the possums may gambol in tree… I am humping my bluey far out on t… And the prints of my bluchers sink… I am out on the wallaby humping my…

There’s the same old coaching stab… And the yard the coaches stood in… And the public-private parlour, wh… Was the shoeing forge and smithy u… There’s the same old walls and woo…

I have sinned, like others, blindl… And my best friends say it kindly,… Shall I fly the paltry spirit of… While the battle-drums are beating… Down the street where all men know…

I cannot blame old Israel yet, For I am not a sage, I shall not know until I get The son of my old age. The mysteries of this Vale of Tea…

The world is narrow and ways are s… For little is new where the crowds… Greater, or smaller, the same old… And tired of all is the spirit tha… of the days when the world was wid…

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)