It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town,

The Open Steeplechase
I had ridden over hurdles up the country once or twice,

The Amateur Rider
HIM going to ride for us! HIM --
with the pants and the eyeglass and all.

On Kiley's Run
The roving breezes come and go

Frying Pan's Theology
Scene: On Monaro.

The Two Devines
It was shearing-time at the Myall Lake,

In the Droving Days
`Only a pound,' said the auctioneer,

Lost
`He ought to be home,' said the old man,
`without there's something amiss.

Over the Range
Little bush maiden, wondering-eyed,

Only a Jockey
Out in the grey cheerless chill of the morning light,