The Wind's Message
There came a whisper down the Bland between the dawn and dark,

Johnson's Antidote
Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp,

Ambition and Art
I am the maid of the lustrous eyes

The Daylight is Dying
The daylight is dying

In Defence of the Bush
So you're back from up the country, Mister Townsman, where you went,

Last Week
Oh, the new-chum went to the back block run,

Those Names
The shearers sat in the firelight, hearty and hale and strong,

A Bush Christening
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few,

How the Favourite Beat Us
`Aye,' said the boozer, `I tell you it's true, sir,

The Great Calamity
MacFierce'un came to Whiskeyhurst