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  • I’M STEWING in a brick-built town;
        My coat is quite a stylish cut,
    79 lines
  • We were challenged by The Dingoes — they're the pride of Squatter's Gap—
    To a friendly game of football on the flat by D
    68 lines, 6 comments
  • THERE’S a fresh track down the paddock
        Through the lightwoods to the creek,
    61 lines
  • ‘NO, you can’t count me in, boys; I’m off it—
        I’m jack of them practical jokes;
    124 lines
  • There’s a wind up that licks like a flame,
    And the sun is a porthole of hell.
    29 lines
  • UP a dark and fetid alley, where the offal and the slime
    Of a brave and blusterous city met its misery and crime,
    38 lines
  • The first one with conviction penned:
    “This conflict in seven weeks will end.”
    10 lines
  • I heard this day, as I may no more,
    The world's heart throb at my workshop door.
    54 lines
  • Australia, my native land,
    A stirring whisper in your ear—
    50 lines
  • FROM HER HOME beyond the river in the parting of the hills,
    Where the wattles fleecy blossom surged and scattered in the breeze,
    68 lines
  • HE WAS working on a station in the Western when I knew him,
    And he came from Conongamo, up the old surveyors’ track,
    88 lines
  • A quaint old gabled cottage sleeps be-
        tween the raving hills.
    72 lines
  • Down to it is Plugger Bill,
    Lyin' crumpled, white 'n' still.
    57 lines
  • Marching somewhat out of order
    when the band is cock-a-hoop,
    79 lines
  • Dear Ned, I now take up my pen to write
    you these few lines,
    132 lines
  • As bullets come to us they're thin,
    They're angular, or smooth and fat,
    86 lines
  • FROM a river siding, the railway town,
    Or the dull new port there three days down,
    33 lines
  • When the horse has been unharnessed and we've flushed the old machine,
    And the water o'er the sluice is running evenly and clean;
    36 lines
  • In politics there’s room for jest;
      With frequent gibes are speeches met,
    25 lines, 1 comment
  • SKIRTING the swamp and the tangled scrub,
        Tramping and turning amidst the trees,
    68 lines
  • Back again 'n' nothin' missin' barrin'
    arf a hand,
    89 lines
  • The boarder in the bar-room rose,
    A pale gaunt man who lodged with Hann,
    18 lines
  • Once in a blue eternity they gave us
    dabs of rum
    97 lines
  • It is thirty moons since I slung me hook
    From the job at the hay and corn,
    86 lines
  • OUT of work and out of money—out of friends that means, you bet—
    Out of firewood, togs and tucker, out of everything but debt—
    43 lines
  • ‘I’M OFF on the wallaby!’ cries Old Ben,
        And his pipe is lit, and his swag is rolled;
    48 lines
  • What is meant by active service
            'Ere where sin is leakin' loose,
    47 lines
  • In days before the trouble Jo was rated as
    a slob.
    106 lines
  • OUT OF LUCK, mate? Have a liquor. Hang it, where’s the use complaining?
    Take your fancy, I’m in funds now—I can stand the racket, Dan
    106 lines
  • He came from tumbled country past the
    humps of Buffalo
    128 lines
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