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…

It was old Jerry Brown, Who’d an office in town, And he used to get jocular, very; And he’d go to the Shore When they’d serve him no more,

’Twas in the felon’s dock he stood… His voice with grief was broken, a… He muttered, as that broken nose h… ‘It’s orfal when the p’leece has g… ‘I am a honest workin’ cove, as an…

The gentlemen of Dickens Were mostly very poor, And innocent of grammar, And of parentage obscure; But rich or poor or thriving,

Long Bill, the captain of the pus… And wished to change his life and… ’Twas rumour’d that the Gory B.'s… That he would turn respectable and… He craved the kiss of innocence; h…

There’s the whitebox and pine on t… Where the iron-bark, blue-gum, and… There is many another, but dearest… And the king of them all was the s… Then of stringy-bark slabs were th…

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,

The breezes waved the silver grass… Waist-high along the siding, And to the creek we ne’er could pa… Three boys on bare-back riding; Beneath the sheoaks in the bend

'Where are you going with your hor… And the townsfolk still at rest? Where are you going, with your swa… And the night still in the West? Your clothes are worn, and your ch…

Call me traitor to my country and… And the foe of “law and order”, we… But I scorn the biassed sentence… That was fouled and mutilated by t… For the strength that I inherit i…

When you wear a cloudy collar and… And you cannot sleep for thinking… You may be a man of sorrows, and o… And as yet be unacquainted with th… For I rather think that nothing h…

It was built of bark and poles, an… Where each leak in rainy weather m… And the walls were mostly cracks l… There was little need for windows… Then we rode to school and back by…

Fools can parrot-cry the prophet w… And the blind can see the danger w… Truth was never cynicism, death or… “Told-you-so” is not a warning—Pa… Blame will aid no man nor country…

THE Separated Women Go lying through the land, For they have plenty dresses, And money, too, in hand; They married brutes and drunkards

As it was in the beginning, so we’… For a lover, or a brother, or a sw… As it was in the beginning, so we’… When weak women hug their babies,… As ’tis written now, or spoken, so…