Ned knew I was short of tobacco o… And that I was too proud to ask f… He hated such pride, but his delic… Forbade him to take me to task for… I loathed to be cadging tobacco fr…

If I ever be worthy or famous— Which I’m sadly beginning to doub… When the angel whose place ’tis to… Shall say to my spirit, ‘Pass out… I wish for no sniv’lling about me

I MIND the days when ladies fair Helped on my overcoat, And tucked the silken handkerchief About my precious throat; They used to see the poet’s soul

With the frame of a man, and the f… And the great, wide, wondering, in… With his hideous dress and his hea… And the Warder says, in a softene… ’Tis a ghastly travesty of drill—o…

THE Salvation Army does good business in some of the outback towns of the great pastoral wastes of Australia. There’s the thoughtless, careless generosity of the bushman, whose pockets ...

’Tis sunrise over Watson, Where I sailed out to sea, On that wild run to London That wrecked and ruined me. The beauty of the morning

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,

WE WANT the man who will lead t… The man who will pioneer. We have no use for the gentleman, Or the cheating Cheap-Jack here; We have no room for the men who sh…

Now up and down the siding brown The great black crows are flyin’, And down below the spur, I know, Another `milker’s’ dyin’; The crops have withered from the g…

He was lengthsman on the railway,… That “pre-eminence in sorrow” of t… But as dear to him and precious we… Were the workman’s little daughter… Speak their names in tones that li…

Now this is the creed from the Bo… Should be simple and plain to a du… “If a man’s in a hole you must pas… Were he jail-bird or gentleman onc…

Light on the towns and cities, and… The Big Five met in the world’s l… And the future of man is settled a… The lamb shall lie down with the l… The brave man go with the coward,…

So you’ve seen at last what we hav… You have found what we—the People… And Australia’s hymn is swelling… Save your country, Legislators—an… You would put the blame upon us—we…

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…

They say that I never have writte… As a writer of songs should do; They say that I never could touch… With a touch that is firm and true… They say I know nothing of women…