Far reaching down's a solid sea sunk everlastingly to rest, And yet whose billows seem to be for ever heaving toward the west The tiny fieldmice make their nests, the summer insects buzz and hum...
I love the ancient boundary-fence, That mouldering chock-and-log. When I go ride the boundary I let the old horse jog And take his pleasure in and out Where the sandalwood grows dense,...
On Nungar the mists of the morning hung low, The beetle-browed hills brooded silent and black, Not yet warmed to life by the sun's loving glow, As through the tall tussocks rode young Charlie Mac....
There's a fellow on the station (He dropped in on a call, Just casual to stay a pleasant week), He's a banker's near relation, Strongly built, and very tall, Not altogether destitute of cheek;...
Our Skeeta was married, our Skeeta! the tomboy and pet of the place, No more as a maiden we'd greet her, no more would her pert little face Light up the chill gloom of the parlour; no more would her deft little hands...
Hear the loud swell of it, mighty pell mell of it, Thousands of voices all blent into one: See 'hell for leather' now trooping together, now Down the long slope of the range at a run,...