'Tis glorious morning everywhere Save where the alleys lie, I see the fleecy steam jets bid 'Good morning' to the sky. The gullies of the waratah Are near, with fall and pool,...
'Tis a yarn I heard of a new-chum 'trap' On the edge of the Never-Never, Where the dead men lie and the black men lie, And the bushman lies for ever. 'Twas the custom still with the local blacks...
'Where are you going with your horse and bike, And the townsfolk still at rest? Where are you going, with your swag and pack, And the night still in the West?...
At a point where the old road crosses The river, and turns to the right, I'd camped with the team; and the hosses Was all fixed up for the night. I'd been to the town to carry A load to the Cudgegong;...
Not to the sober and staid, Leading a quiet life, But to men whose paths are laid Ever through storm and strife, Here is a song from me, Sent to the tragic West, Message of sympathy...
The cross-cut and the crowbar cross, and hang them on the wall, And make a greenhide rack to fit the wedges and the maul, The 'done' long-handled shovel and the thong-bound axe that fell,...
You may roam the wide seas over, follow, meet, and cross the sun, Sail as far as ships can sail, and travel far as trains can run; You may ride and tramp wherever range or plain or sea expands,...
The crescent moon and clock tower are fair above the wall Across the smothered lanes of 'Loo, the stifled vice and all, And in the shadow yonder, like cats that wait for scraps,...
Old Time is tramping close to-day, you hear his bluchers fall, A mighty change is on the way, an' God protect us all; Some dust'll fly from beery coats, at least it's been declared....
The future was dark and the past was dead As they gazed on the sea once more, But a nation was born when the immigrants said "Good-bye!" as they stepped ashore! In their loneliness they were parted thus...
I'll tell you what you wanderers, who drift from town to town; Don't look into a good girl's eyes, until you've settled down. It's hard to go away alone and leave old chums behind,...
The sand was heavy on our feet, A Christmas sky was o'er us, And half a mile through dust and heat Lake 'Liza lay before us. 'You'll have a long and heavy tramp', So said the last adviser,...
We, three men of commerce, Striving wealth to raise, See but little promise In the coming days; Though our hearts are brittle, Hardened near to stone, We can think a little...
I scorn the man, a fool at most, And ignorant and blind, Who loves to go about and boast 'He understands mankind.' I thought I had that knowledge too, And boasted it with pride,...
MaCleay Street looks to Mosman, Across the other side, With brave asphalted pavements And roadway clean and wide. Macleay Street hath its mansions, Its grounds and greenery;...
Jim Duff was a 'native,'as wild as could be; A stealer and duffer of cattle was he, But back in his youth he had stolen a pearl Or a diamond rather the heart of a girl;...
My father-in-law is a careworn man, And a silent man is he; But he summons a smile as well as he can Whenever he meets with me. The sign we make with a silent shake That speaks of the days gone by,...