We were challenged by The Dingoes , they're the pride of Squatter's Gap, To a friendly game of football on the flat by Devil's Trap. And we went along on horses, sworn to triumph in the game,...
Simson settled in the timber when his arm was strong and true, And his form was straight and limber; and he wrought the long day through In a struggle, single-handed, and the trees fell slowly back,...
I'm wonderin' why those fellers who go buildin' chipper ditties, 'Bout the rosy times out drovin', an' the dust an' death of cities, Don't sling the bloomin' office, strike some drover for a billet,...
A straight old fossicker was Lanky Mann, Who clung to that in spite of friends' advising: A grim and grizzled worshipper of 'pan,' All other arts and industries despising. ...
Just beyond All Alone, going back, Is the humpy of Hatter Magee. We had travelled all day on the track, And he offered us mutton and tea. Mack is rather reserved, but will speak...
We were living in a flat; it was number eighty-three. At eighty-four the Barleys lived, a fearsome man was he. He had a wife and numerous kids. We heard then rip and cuss,...
'Twas old Flynn, the identity, told us That the creek always ran pretty high, But that fossicking veteran sold us, And he lied as his quality lie. Through a tangle of ranges and ridges,...
The Spring is gone. I have not seen Its fairies tripping on the Block, Arcadians in grey and green, The happy flapper in a frock So dainty that the breezes fret It like the smoke of cigarette. ...