There's a sunny Southern land,

A Dream of the Melbourne Cup
Bring me a quart of colonial beer

The Gundaroo Bullock
Oh, there's some that breeds the Devon that's as solid as a stone,

Lay of the Motor-Car
We're away! and the wind whistles shrewd

The Corner Man
I dreamed a dream at the midnight deep,

When Dacey Rode the Mule
'Twas to a small, up-country town,

The Mylora Elopement
By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep,

The Pannikin Poet
There's nothing here sublime,

Not on It
The new chum's polo pony was the smartest pony yet --

The Protest
I say 'e ISN'T Remorse!

The Scapegoat