Well, I've waited mighty patient while they all came rolling in, Mister Lawson, Mister Dyson, and the others of their kin, With their dreadful, dismal stories of the Overlander's camp,...
I thought, in the days of the droving, Of steps I might hope to retrace, To be done with the bush and the roving And settle once more in my place. With a heart that was well nigh to breaking,...
I have gathered these stories afar In the wind and the rain, In the land where the cattle-camps are, On the edge of the Plain. On the overland routes of the west, When the watches were long,...
So, the bank has bust it's boiler! And in six or seven year It will pay me all my money back, of course! But the horse will perish waiting while the grass is germinating,...
'Twas in the days of front attack; This glorious truth we'd yet to learn it, That every "front" has got a back. And French was just the man to turn it.