Do I know Polly Brown? Do I know her? Why, damme, You might as well ask if I know my own name? It's a wonder you never heard tell of old Sammy, Her father, my mate in the Crackenback claim. ...
Kelly the Ranger half opened an eye To wink at the Army passing by, While his hot breath, thick with the taint of beer, Came forth from his lips in a drunken jeer. Brown and bearded and long of limb...
The western sun, ere he sought his lair, Skimm'd the treetops, and glancing thence, Rested awhile on the curling hair Of Kitty McCrae, by the boundary fence; Her eyes looked anxious, her cheeks were pale,...