102. The Heart Of The Swag Oh, the track through the scrub groweth ever more dreary,
And lower and lower his grey head doth bow;
For the swagman is old and the swagman is wearyâ??
103. Marshall's Mate You almost heard the surface bake, and saw the gum-leaves turn --
You could have watched the grass scorch brown had there been grass to burn. In such a drought the strongest heart might well grow faint and weak --
104. The Never-never Country By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed,
By railroad, coach, and track -- By lonely graves of our brave dead,
105. Ballad Of The Drover Across the stony ridges,
Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover,
106. The Way Of The World When fairer faces turn from me,
And gayer friends grow cold,
And I have lost through poverty
107. Before We Were Married BLACKSOIL PLAINS were grey soil, grey soil in the drought.
Fifteen years away, and five hundred miles out;
Swag and bag and billy carried all our care
108. The Vagabond White handkerchiefs wave from the short black pier
As we glide to the grand old sea -- But the song of my heart is for none to hear
109. Second Class Wait Here At suburban railway stations--you may see them as you pass--
there are signboards on the platform saying 'Wait here second class,'
And to me the whirr and thunder and the cluck of running-gear
110. The Cab Lamps The crescent moon and clock tower are fair above the wall
Across the smothered lanes of â??Loo, the stifled vice and all,
And in the shadow yonderâ??like cats that wait for scrapsâ??
112. The Sorrows Of A Simple Bard WHEN I tell a tale of virtue and of injured innocence,
Then my publishers and lawyers are the densest of the dense:
With the blank face of an image and the nod of keep-it-dark
113. The Grog-an'grumble Steeplechase 'Twixt the coastline and the border lay the town of Grog-an'-Grumble
In the days before the bushman was a dull 'n' heartless drudge, An' they say the local meeting was a drunken rough-and-tumble,
115. The King And Queen And I Oh, Scotty, have you visited the Picture Gallery,
And did you see the portraits of the King and Queen and me?
The portraits made by Longstaff, and the pictures done by Jack,
116. The Soul Of A Poet I HAVE written, long years I have written
For the sake of my people and right,
I was true when the iron had bitten
118. A Backward Glance IT IS well when youâ??ve lived in clover,
To mourn for the days gone byâ??
Would I live the same life over
119. Bill And Jim Fall Out Bill and Jim are mates no longerâ??they would scorn the name of mateâ??
Those two bushmen hate each other with a soul-consuming hate;
Yet erstwhile they were as brothers should be (thoâ?? they never will):
120. Mary Called Him 'mister' They'd parted but a year beforeâ??she never thought heâ??d come,
She stammerâ??d, blushed, held out her hand, and called him â??Mister Gum.â??
How could he know that all the while she longed to murmur â??John.â??
121. Reedy River Ten miles down Reedy River
A pool of water lies, And all the year it mirrors
122. Statue Of Robert Burns To a town in Southern land
Light of purse I come and lone;
And I pause awhile, and stand
123. Foreign Lands 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,
124. The Federal City OH! the folly, the waste, and the pity! Oh, the time that is flung behind!
They are seeking a site for a city, whose eyes shall be always blind,
Whose love for their ease grows greater, and whose care for their country lessâ??
126. The Fire At Ross's Farm The squatter saw his pastures wide
Decrease, as one by one The farmers moving to the west
127. A Song Of Brave Men Man, is the Sea your master? Sea, and is man your slave? â??
This is the song of brave men who never know they are brave: Ceaselessly watching to save you, stranger from foreign lands,
128. The Legend Of Cooee Gully The night came down throâ?? Deadmanâ??s Gap,
Where the ghostly saplings bent
Before a wind that tore the fly
130. Out On The Roofs Of Hell SING us a song in this cynical age,
Sing us a song, my friend,
While the Flesh and the Devil are all the rage
131. The Tragedy Oh, I never felt so wretched, and things never looked so blue
Since the days I gulped the physic that my Granny used to brew; For a friend in whom I trusted, entering my room last night,
132. One Hundred And Three With the frame of a man, and the face of a boy, and a manner strangely wild,
And the great, wide, wondering, innocent eyes of a silent-suffering child;
With his hideous dress and his heavy boots, he drags to Eternityâ??
133. Those Foreign Engineers Old Ivan McIvanovitch, with knitted brow of care,
Has climbed up from the engine-room to get a breath of air;
He slowly wipes the grease and sweat from hairy face and neck.
134. The Unknown God The President to Kingdoms,
As in the Days of Old;
The King to the Republic,
135. Middleton's Rouseabout Tall and freckled and sandy,
Face of a country lout; This was the picture of Andy,
136. Ben Boyd's Tower Ben Boyd's Tower is watchingâ??
Watching oâ??er the sea;
Ben Boydâ??s Tower is waiting
137. The Iron Wedding Rings In these days of peace and money, free to all the Commonweal,
There are ancient dames in Buckland wearing wedding rings of steel; Wedding rings of steel and iron, worn on wrinkled hands and old,
138. Sweeney It was somewhere in September, and the sun was going down,
When I came, in search of `copy', to a Darling-River town; `Come-and-have-a-drink' we'll call it -- 'tis a fitting name, I think --
143. Robbie's Statue Grown tired of mourning for my sinsâ??
And brooding over meritsâ??
The other night with bothered brow
144. The Rhyme Of The Three Greybeards He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat",
His name was Joseph Swallow, "the Great Australian Pote", In spite of all the stories and sketches that he wrote.
145. The King Of Our Republic He is coming! He is coming! without heralds, without cheers.
He is coming! He is coming! and heâ??s been with us for years:
And, if you should pause to wonder whoâ??s the man of whom I singâ??
146. Said Grenfell To My Spirit Said Grenfell to my spirit, "Youâ??ve been writing very free
Of the charms of other places, and you donâ??t remember me. You have claimed another native place and think itâ??s Natureâ??s law,
147. Wide Spaces When my last long-beer has vanished and the truth is left unsaid;
When each sordid care is banished from my chair and from my bed, And my common people sadly murmur: " 'Arry Lawson dead,"
148. Bush Hay The stamp of Scotland is on his face,
But he sailed to the South a lad,
And he does not think of the black bleak hills
149. The Briny Grave You wonder why so many would be buried in the sea,
In this world of froth and bubble,
But I donâ??t wonder, for it seems to me
150. Australia's Peril We must suffer, husband and father, we must suffer, daughter and son,
For the wrong we have taken part in and the wrong that we have seen done.
Let the bride of frivolous fashion, and of ease, be ashamed and dumb,