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  • As the night was falling slowly down on city, town and bush,
        From a slum in Jones's Alley sloped the Captain of the
    82 lines
  • When God's wrath-cloud is o'er me,
            Affrighting heart and mind;
    34 lines
  • The skies are brass and the plains are bare,
        Death and ruin are everywhere —
    37 lines
  • The Big rough boys from the runs out back were first where the balls flew free,
    And yelled in the slang of the Outside Track: ‘By Go
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  • As the night was falling slowly down on city, town and bush,
        From a slum in Jones's Alley sloped the Captain of the
    82 lines
  • When God's wrath-cloud is o'er me,
            Affrighting heart and mind;
    34 lines
  • The skies are brass and the plains are bare,
        Death and ruin are everywhere —
    37 lines
  • We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime;
    Better a shred of a deep-dyed rag from the storms of the o
    108 lines
  • With eyes that are narrowed to pierce
    To the awful horizons of land,
    36 lines, 1 comment
  • Fire lighted; on the table a meal for sleepy men;
    A lantern in the stable; a jingle now and then;
    52 lines, 1 comment
  • The old Jimmy Woodser comes into the bar
    Unwelcomed, unnoticed, unknown,
    37 lines
  • It was a week from Christmas-time,
    As near as I remember,
    49 lines
  • When you’ve knocked about the country—been away from home for years;
    When the past, by distance softened, nearly fills your eyes wit
    21 lines
  • The future was dark and the past was dead
    As they gazed on the sea once more –
    64 lines
  • Ten miles down Reedy River
    A pool of water lies,
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  • '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,
    48 lines, 1 comment
  • It was built of bark and poles, and the floor was full of holes
    Where each leak in rainy weather made a pool;
    44 lines
  • We hear a great commotion
    'Bout the ship that comes to grief,
    32 lines
  • 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;
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  • Now, I think there is a likeness 'twixt St Peter's life and mine
    For he did a lot of trampin' long ago in Palestine
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  • The breezes waved the silver grass,
      Waist-high along the siding,
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  • Far back in the days when the blacks used to ramble
        In long single file ’neath the evergreen tree,
    60 lines
  • Over there, above the jetty, stands the mansion of the Vardens,
    With a tennis ground and terrace, and a flagstaff in the gardens:
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  • ’Twas in a tug-of-war where I—the guvnor’s hope and pride—
    Stepped proudly on the platform as the ringer on my side;
    28 lines
  • Ye children of the Land of Gold,
        I sing a song to you,
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  • A Rouseabout of rouseabouts, from any land—or none—
    I bear a nick-name of the bush, and I’m—a woman’s son;
    67 lines
  • So, sit you down in a straight-backed chair, with your pipe and your wife content,
    And cross your knees with your wisest air, and pr
    27 lines
  • Bill and Jim are mates no longer—they would scorn the name of mate—
    Those two bushmen hate each other with a soul-consuming hate;
    42 lines
  • Long Bill, the captain of the push, was tired of his estate,
    And wished to change his life and win the love of something ‘straight’;
    53 lines
  • When he’s over a rough and unpopular shed,
    With the sins of the bank and the men on his head;
    67 lines
  • The Shearers squint along the pens, they squint along the ‘shoots;’
    The shearers squint along the board to catch the Boss’s boots;
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  • The shipping-office clerks are ‘short,’ the manager is gruff—
    ‘They cannot make reductions,’ and ‘the fares are low enough.’
    67 lines
  • The Plains lay bare on the homeward route,
    And the march was heavy on man and brute;
    43 lines, 2 comments
  • Most unpleasantly adjacent to the haunts of lower orders
        Stood a ‘terrace’ in the city when the current year began,
    115 lines
  • ’Twas in the felon’s dock he stood, his eyes were black and blue;
    His voice with grief was broken, and his nose was broken, too;
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  • 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;
    47 lines
  • PAT M‘DURMER brought the tidings to the town of God-Forgotten :
    ‘There are lively days before ye—commin Parlymint’s dissolved!’
    64 lines
  • Call this hot? I beg your pardon. Hot!—you don’t know what it means.
    (What’s that, waiter? lamb or mutton! Thank you—mine is beef an
    53 lines
  • Old Time is tramping close to-day—you hear his bluchers fall,
    A mighty change is on the way, an’ God protect us all;
    37 lines
  • If I ever be worthy or famous—
        Which I’m sadly beginning to doubt—
    81 lines
  • ’Tis a yarn I heard of a new-chum ‘trap’
        On the edge of the Never-Never,
    62 lines
  • It was  the Man from Waterloo,
        When work in town was slack,
    76 lines, 2 comments
  • They'd parted but a year before—she never thought he’d come,
    She stammer’d, blushed, held out her hand, and called him ‘Mister Gum.’
    32 lines
  • Jim Duff was a ‘native,’as wild as could be;
    A stealer and duffer of cattle was he,
    46 lines
  • ’Tis a wonderful time when these hours begin,
        These long ‘small hours’ of night,
    33 lines
  • There's a class of men (and women) who are always on their guard—
    Cunning, treacherous, suspicious—feeling softly—grasping hard—
    37 lines
  • Once I wrote a little poem which I thought was very fine,
    And I showed the printer’s copy to a critic friend of mine,
    23 lines, 1 comment
  • Let bushmen think as bushmen will,
        And say whate’er they choose,
    52 lines, 1 comment
  • James Patrick O'Hara the Justice of Peace,
    He bossed the P.M. and he bossed the police;
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  • The rising  moon on the peaks was blending
        Her silver light with the sunset glow,
    96 lines
  • There were ten of us there on the moonlit quay,
        And one on the for’ard hatch;
    43 lines, 10 comments
  • Down here where the ships loom large in
        The gloom when the sea-storms veer,
    78 lines
  • The Valley's full of misty cloud,
        Its tinted beauty drowning,
    17 lines
  • She says she’s very sorry, as she sees you to the gate;
        You calmly say ‘Good-bye’ to her while standing off a yard,
    52 lines
  • Rise Ye! rise ye! noble toilers! claim your rights with fire and steel!
    Rise ye! for the cursed tyrants crush ye with the hiron ’eel
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  • Some born of homely parents
        For ages settled down—
    105 lines
  • Set me back for twenty summers—
        For I’m tired of cities now—
    69 lines
  • The strangest things and the maddest things, that a man can do or say,
    To the chaps and fellers and coves Out Back are matters of ev
    47 lines
  • He  was bare—we don’t want to be rude—
        (His condition was owing to drink)
    41 lines, 1 comment
  • Where's the steward?—Bar-room steward? Berth? Oh, any berth will do—
    I have left a three-pound billet just to come along with you.
    37 lines
  • The  East is dead and the West is done, and again our course lies thus
    South-east by Fate and the Rising Sun where the Three Ki
    27 lines
  • You lazy boy, you’re here at last,
        You must be wooden-legged;
    33 lines
  • Fight through ignorance, want, and care —
        Through the griefs that crush the spirit;
    42 lines
  • When fairer faces turn from me,
        And gayer friends grow cold,
    24 lines
  • A writer wrote of the hearts of men, and he followed their tracks afar;
    For his was a spirit that forced his pen to write of the thi
    94 lines
  • So the days of my tramping are over,
        And the days of my riding are done—
    60 lines
  • Texas Jack, you are amusin’. By Lord Harry, how I laughed
    When I seen yer rig and saddle with its bulwarks fore-and-aft;
    70 lines
  • ‘THE LADIES are coming,’ the super says
        To the shearers sweltering there,
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