By the bodies and minds and souls… In the city’s offal-holes, where t… By the prayers that bubble out, bu… We swear the tyrants of earth to r… By the child that sees the light,…

’Tis a yarn I heard of a new-chum… On the edge of the Never-Never, Where the dead men lie and the bla… And the bushman lies for ever. ’Twas the custom still with the lo…

Heed not the cock-sure tourist, Seeing with English eyes; Stroked at the banquet table Still, with the old stock lies— Pet of a social circle,

It was the King of Virland— O he was angry then— That rode to crush rebellion With twenty thousand men. His enemies he scattered

There’ll be royal times in Sydney… There’ll be lots of dreary drivel… From the men who own Australia, b… And who could not point their runs… Oh, the daily Press will grovel a…

Boys out there by the western cree… Who hurry away from school, To climb the spurs of the breezy p… Or dive in the shaded pool. right—When the world was wide

The Plains lay bare on the homewa… And the march was heavy on man and… For the Spirit of Drought was on… And the white heat danced on the g… The best of our cattle-dogs lagged…

My army, O, my army! The time I… I want to see your colours; I wan… I heard them in my boyhood when al… I heard them as a Young Man—and… My army, O, my army! The signs ar…

Call this hot? I beg your pardon.… (What’s that, waiter? lamb or mutt… Bread and butter while I’m waitin… I’m just in from west the Darling… Mutton stewed or chops for breakfa…

The sand was heavy on our feet, A Christmas sky was o’er us, And half a mile through dust and h… Lake ’Liza lay before us. ‘You’ll have a long and heavy tram…

We must suffer, husband and father… For the wrong we have taken part i… Let the bride of frivolous fashion… For I tell you the nations shall… How shall Australia escape it– we…

Old time is tramping close to-day—… A mighty change is on the way, an’… Some dust’ll fly from beery coats—… I’m glad that wimin has the votes—… I’m just a trifle scared—For why?…

They took dead Cromwell from his… And stuck his head on high; The Merry Monarch and his men, They laughed as they passed by The common people cheered and jeer…

They’d parted but a year before—sh… She stammer’d, blushed, held out h… How could he know that all the whi… He called her ‘Miss le Brook,’ an… They’d parted but a year before; t…

Somewhere in the mystic future, on… There’s a very pleasant country th… It has inland towns, and cities by… But the people of the country diff… It is many leagues beyond us, and…