Jack Denver died on Talbragar whe… And there was sorrow round the pla… Jack Denver’s wife bowed down her… And big Ben Duggan by the bed sto… But big Ben Duggan saddled up, an…

They say he was thrown and run ove… But that is sheer nonsense, of cou… I taught him to ride when a kiddy, And Dan wasn’t thrown from his ho… The horse that Dan rode was a dev…

By Lawson’s Hill, near Mudgee, On old Eurunderee— The place they called “New Pipecl… Where the diggers used to be— On a dreary old selection,

You’d call the man a senseless foo… A blockhead or an ass, Who’d dare to say he saw the ghost Of Mount Victoria Pass; But I believe the ghost is there,

A cloud of dust on the long white… And the teams go creeping on Inch by inch with the weary load; And by the power of the green-hide… The distant goal is won.

BLACKSOIL PLAINS were grey… Fifteen years away, and five hundr… Swag and bag and billy carried all… Before we were married, and I wis… River banks were grassy—grassy in…

Oh, for the fire that used to glow In those my days of old! I never thought a man could grow So callous and so cold. Ah, for the heart that used to ach…

The Channel fog has lifted— And see where we have come! Round all the world we’ve drifted, A hundred years from ‘home.’ The fields our parents longed for—

So the time seems come at last, And the drums go rolling past, And above them in the sunlight La… They are marching with the sun, But I look in vain for one

He’s gone to England for a wife Among the ladies there; And yet I know a lass he deemed The rarest of the rare. He’s gone to England for a wife;

The Valley’s full of misty cloud, Its tinted beauty drowning, The Eucalypti roar aloud, The mountain fronts are frowning. The mist is hanging like a pall

OH, the strength of the toil of t… And the clearer brain of the busin… Oh, the glorious freedom from busi… The past is dead, and the future a… She bore me old, and they kept me…

Ye children of the Land of Gold, I sing a song to you, And if the jokes are somewhat old, The main idea is new. So be it sung, by hut and tent,

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…

I listened through the music and t… And all the hollow noises of that… I heard beyond the music and beyon… The steady tramp of thousands that… Tramp! tramp! tramp!