451. The Paroo It was a week from Christmas-time,
As near as I remember, And half a year since, in the rear,
452. William Street â??Tis William Street, the link street,
That seems to stand alone;â??Tis William Street, the vague street,
453. The Rose We love the land when the world goes round,
And deep, deep down in her thorny ground,Where nobody comes, and nobody knows,
454. The Patteran From over the leagues of ice and snow, and the miles of scorching sand;
From back of the days of long ago, and the lonely sea and landâ??To the end of the world and our Gipsy race, to the death of our dark-eyed line,
460. The Men Who Stuck To Me They were men of many nations, they were men of many stations,
They were men in many places, and of high and low degree;Men of many types and faces, but, alike in all the races,
461. Coomera THEREâ??S a pretty little story with a touch of moonlit glory
Comes from Beenleigh on the Logan, but we donâ??t know if itâ??s true;For we scarcely dare to credit evâ??rything they say who edit
462. The Little Native Rose There is a lasting little flower,
That everybody knows,Yet none has thought to think about
463. The Drums Of Battersea They canâ??t hear in West oâ?? London, where the worst dine with the bestâ??
Deaf to all save lies and laughter, they canâ??t hear in London Westâ??Tailored brutes and splendid harlots, and the parasites that beâ??
464. The Song Of A Prison Now this is the song of a prisonâ??a song of a gaol or jugâ??
A ballad of quod or of chokey, the ultimate home of the mug.The yard where the Foolish are drafted; Hellâ??s school where the harmless are taught;
465. The Vote Of Thanks Debate The Other Night I got the blues and tried to smile in vain.
I couldnâ??t chuck a chuckle at the foolery of Twain;When Ward and Billings failed to bring a twinkle to my eye,
466. Black Bonnet A day of seeming innocence,
A glorious sun and sky, And, just above my picket fence,
467. The Empty Glass THERE ARE three lank bards in a borrowed roomâ??
Ah! The number is one too fewâ??They have deemed their home and the bars unfit
468. The Seabolt's Volunteers They towed the Seabolt down the stream,
And through the harbourâ??s mouth;She spread her wings and sailed away
469. Knocked Up drought,
And dunno if my legs or back or heart is most wore out; I've got no spirits left to rise and smooth me achin' brow --
470. Hannah Thomburn They lifted her out of a story
Too sordid and selfish by far,They left me the innocent glory
471. Outside I want to be lighting my pipe on deck,
With my baggage safe belowâ??I want to be free of the crowded quay,
472. The City Bushman It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went,
For you sought the greener patches and you travelled like a gent; And you curse the trams and buses and the turmoil and the push,
473. Eurunderee There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not,
On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot. Where the brooding old ridge rises up to the breeze
474. My Land And I They have eaten their fill at your tables spread,
Like friends since the land was won; And they rise with a cry of "Australia's dead!"
481. The March Of Ivan Are you coming, Ivan, coming?â??Ah, the ways are long and slow,
In the vast land that we know notâ??and we never sought to know.We are watching through the daybreak, when the anxious night is done,
482. Billys 'square Affair' Long Bill, the captain of the push, was tired of his estate,
And wished to change his life and win the love of something â??straightâ??;â??Twas rumourâ??d that the Gory B.â??s had heard Long Bill declare
484. That There Dog O' Mine Macquarie the shearer had met with an accident. To tell the truth, he had been in a drunken row at a wayside shanty, from which he had escaped with three fractured ribs, a cracked head, and various minor abrasions. His dog, Tally, had been a sober but savage participator in the drunken row, and had escaped with a broken leg.
485. Everyone's Friend â??Nobody's enemy save his ownâ?â??
(What shall it be in the end?)â??Still by the nick-name he is knownâ??
486. Young Kings And Old The Young King fights in the trenches and the Old King fights in the rearâ??
Because he is old and feeble, and not for a thought of fear.The Young King fights for the Future, and the Old King fights for the Pastâ??
487. The Southerly Buster There's a wind that blows out of the South in the drought,
And we pray for the touch of his breathWhen siroccos come forth from the North-West and North,
489. Bonnie New South Wales It surely cannot be too soon, and never is too late,
It tones with all Australiaâ??s tune to praise oneâ??s native State,And so I bring an old refrain from days of posts and rails,
490. The Rovers Some born of homely parents
For ages settled downâ??The steady generations
491. The Leader And The Bad Girl Because he had sinned and suffered, because he loved the land,
And because of his wonderful sympathy, he held menâ??s hearts in his hand.Born and bred of the people, he knew their every whim,
495. The Men Who Live It Down I have sinned, like others, blindly, without thought and without fear,
And my best friends say it kindly, â??You should go away from here.â??Shall I fly the paltry spirit of a narrow little town,
496. Rain In The Mountains The Valley's full of misty cloud,
Its tinted beauty drowning,The Eucalypti roar aloud,
497. On The Night Train Have you seen the bush by moonlight, from the train, go running by?
Blackened log and stump and sapling, ghostly trees all dead and dry; Here a patch of glassy water; there a glimpse of mystic sky?
498. I'll Tell You What You Wanderers 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-