We trucked the cows to Homebush,… Went West through Cunnamulla, and… Camped a while at Gonybibil - but… It for the place where you and Mi… Young Merino bought the station,…

0 woman, in man’s hour of ease And plenty, how you strive to plea… To win his heart– and purse– you t… With ogle, whisper, smile, and sig… But when he’s short of cash, you f…

There’s a damper in the ashes, tea… There’s whips of feed and shelter… There’s gidya wood about us and wa… And just one bottle left yet of th… There are chops upon the embers, w…

Girls in town and boys out back, I’ve rolled up my little pack, And on june’s chill wintry gales Sail from pleasant New South Wal… Ere I go - a doggerel song

When the sklll’d fashioner of fema… Designed your mask, he wrought wit… And made a mouth expressly to be k… Not for shrill utterance nor pert… The curved, ripe lips—above the ro…

Ancient, wrinkled dames and jealou… They whom joyless Age downcasts - And the sere, gray-bearded fellows Who would fain re—live their pasts… These, the ancients, grimly tell u…

When the last rousing gallop is en… And the last post-and-rall has bee… And a cracked neck that cannot be… Shall have under the yew-tree been… Just you leave him alone-in God’s…

Three droving men, some three week… Sat drinking the Queensland rum; ’Twas four a.m. when twa o’ them Saw jock M’Phee succumb. Hech! they were giddy songs he’d s…

Somebody’s horse has finished his… Somebody’s saddle is on; But never a nigger the tracks can… Or know where Somebody’s gone. Over the rails and up the creek,

The world around is sleeping, The stars are bright o’erhead, The shades of myalls weeping Upon the sward are spread; Among the gloomy pinetops

When I am tired, and old and worn… And harass’d by regret; When blame, reproach, and worldlin… On every side are met; When I have lived long years in v…

So Nell was married yesterday! - Let’s fill a bumper mellow, And drain it to old Hymen’s sway… And to the lucky fellow. Time was when 1 was 'gone’ on her:

I can mind him at the start - Easy seat and merry heart! Said he, as he threw a glance At the crawling ambulance: ‘Some day I’ll be on the ground

Never before was daughter of Eve… There be none of God’s holy angel… As thine, nor dreamer has ever dre… There’s a gleam in your golden tre… There is witchery in your smile,…

‘A well-bred horse! but he won’t g… Though I’ve done the best 1 can; He keeps as poor as a blessed rat!… Said the sorrowful stable-man. ‘I’ve bled and I’ve blistered him…