Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his stock-horse bears him, And light of heart is he,...
A son of elder sons I am, Whose boyhood days were cramped and scant, Through ages of domestic sham And family lies and family cant. Come, elder brothers mine, and bring...
A Rouseabout of rouseabouts, from any land, or none, I bear a nick-name of the bush, and I'm, a woman's son; I came from where I camp'd last night, and, at the day-dawn glow,...
He longed to be a Back-Blocks Bard, And fame he wished to win, He wrote at night and studied hard (He read The Bulletin); He sent in 'stuff' unceasingly, But couldn't get it through;...
He shall live to the end of this mad old world, he has lived since the world began, He never has done any good for himself, but was good to every man....
The lovely Port of Sydney Lies laughing to the sky, The bonny Port of Sydney, Where the ships of nations lie. You shall never see such beauty, Though you sail the wide world o'er,...
When he's over a rough and unpopular shed, With the sins of the bank and the men on his head; When he musn't look black or indulge in a grin, And thirty or forty men hate him like Sin,...
The shipping-office clerks are 'short,' the manager is gruff, 'They cannot make reductions,' and 'the fares are low enough.' They ship us West with cattle, and we go like cattle too;...
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,...
As the night was falling slowly down on city, town and bush, From a slum in Jones's Alley sloped the Captain of the Push; And he scowled towards the North, and he scowled towards the South,...
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;...
With eyes that are narrowed to pierce To the awful horizons of land, Through the blaze of hot days, and the fierce White heat-waves that flow on the sand; Through the Never Land westward and nor'ward,...
The Eagle screams at the beck of trade, so Spain, as the world goes round, Must wrestle the right to live or die from the sons of the land she found;...
They can't hear in West o' London, where the worst dine with the best, Deaf to all save lies and laughter, they can't hear in London West, Tailored brutes and splendid harlots, and the parasites that be,...
The battlefield behind us, And night loomed on the track; The Friends of Fallen Fortunes Were riding at my back. Save those who lay face upward Upon the sodden plain, Not one of all I'd trusted...
The brown eyes came from Asia, where all mystery is true, Ere the masters of Soul Secrets dreamed of hazel, grey, and blue; And the Brown Eyes came to Egypt, which is called the gypsies' home,...
The gentlemen of Dickens Were mostly very poor, And innocent of grammar, And of parentage obscure; But rich or poor or thriving, Of high or lowly birth, The gentlemen of Dickens...
Three bushmen one morning rode up to an inn, And one of them called for the drinks with a grin; They'd only returned from a trip to the North, And, eager to greet them, the landlord came forth....
'Twas merry when the hut was full Of jolly girls and fellows. We danced and sang until we burst The concertina's bellows. From distant Darling to the sea, From the Downs to Riverina,...