I knew an old philanthropist, a fa… Shrewd at a deal, but still withal… He had three sons– three hefty lad… And each of these had his own land… But still the farming methods of…

Once on this historic site Wild men of a dusky shade, In defiance of all right, Broke the laws that good men made. Time goes on - It will not pause

Hard by the gate-way of the East She dips within her market square With provender for man and beast, And goods and chattels round her t… A cheery, buxom market dame,

When Willie gets a penny piece Straight to the lollie-shop he fli… And, heartened by his wealth’s inc… Reviews the stock with bulging eye… And so it is thro’ all our lives,

Look at 'em! Toffs with their bi… Drivin’ along in their motor cars. Nothin’ at all like the olden days When the blokes came by in their b… When a cut o’ the joint and a hunk…

Sou’ sou’ east, with the course se… Heave ho, me hearties! On the Geelong road we’re cruisin… Seven tars with ne’er a care Heave ho, me hearties!

I can conceive no heav’nly bliss More perfectly complete than this: To sit and smoke and idly chew Reflection’s cud, with nought to d… This is, in my pet social plan,

There on the quay sobbed Bones, A… And he took me by the hand. Says he to me, 'I’ve quit the sea An’ I’m huntin’ a berth on land. ‘Er doom ‘as come; an’ the days o’…

Why, 'ow’s she goin’, Bill, ole s… I thort I knoo your dile! My oath! You look the proper sor… That khaki soots your style. I never 'eard you’d joined, yeh kn…

Where Feathertop frowns thro’ the… Where Buffalo broods on high, Dwells she, a lass of royal blood, And a sparkle lights her eye The clear, clean glint of the sun…

Friends! Have you, too, noticed that calm w… Upon affairs today? Search as we may, The papers have few things indeed…

Follow the river and cross the for… Follow again to the wobbly bridge, Turn to the left at the notice boa… Climbing the cow-track over the ri… Tip-toe soft by the little red hou…

They say a touch of spring is in t… They say the wattle trees with blo… They say each garden now begins to… (Not that I care) A festal garb that waxes day by da…

Aha! Beware! I know your guilty p… I was a witness of that secret cri… One word! and all your fondest hop… I bide me time. I hold you in me grip, unhappy man…

Rugged men and tough men these, Men of the lonely ways, Hard and sturdy as their trees Where the timbered ranges raise Their ragged crests to rake the sk…