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quadgram	frequency
sitting by the fire	22
when the world was	21
the days when the	20
the world was wide	18
days when the world	17
in the days when	15
they climb the trees	15
faces in the street	14
and they climb the	14
jack dunn of nevertire	13
in the land of	12
for the sake of	12
in the front of	12
heart of my heart	12
the face of the	11
the front of the	11
the shanty on the	11
right in the front	11
shanty on the rise	11
front of the army	11
the great grey plain	11
the land of gosh	10
giveth his beloved sleep	10
the rain comes sobbing	10
grand to be a	10
in the days of	10
comes sobbing to the	10
the great king splosh	10
sobbing to the door	10
rain comes sobbing to	10
climb the trees when	10
glugs quite well by	9
the glugs quite well	9
he giveth his beloved	9
the spirit of the	9
quite well by sight	9
in the depths of	8
of the wild kangaroo	8
the little red dog	8
face to face with	8
all know the glugs	8
streaming down the lattices	8
in scorn be curled	7
let your lip in	7
she sung a song	7
lip in scorn be	7
shame of going back	7
haired maid of gerringong	7
the voice of the	7
when the weather is	7
the faces in the	7
know the glugs quite	7
cliffs of the sea	7
the banks of the	7
the cry of the	7
in the shadow of	7
girl i left behind	7
in the sight of	7
the girl i left	7
i left behind me	7
your lip in scorn	7
the trees when the	7
the shame of going	7
kimberley to drive the	6
the cliffs of the	6
in the place of	6
the wings of the	6
i would sit at	6
to drive the boers	6
in the face of	6
all the books was	6
to kimberley to drive	6
in the yellow flame	6
the feet of the	6
on the great grey	6
be the hokey fly	6
the yellow flame of	6
banks of the gloomy	6
and the king said	6
of the wild curlew	6
by the cliffs of	6
sit at your feet	6
the noises of the	6
the sound of the	6
it came to pass	6
the fall of the	6
drive the boers away	6
at the feet of	6
of the gloomy urara	6
on the banks of	6
yellow flame of evening	6
would sit at your	6
our men at sea	5
the sight of the	5
the lord high swank	5
another blessed horse fell	5
and silence in the	5
the flower of the	5
came to pass that	5
feet in the grass	5
in the dark of	5
is the voice of	5
the heart of the	5
in a land of	5
by the grey gulf	5
the song and the	5
motto of the world	5
the wind of the	5
his feet in the	5
the wreck of the	5
the ways of the	5
the door of the	5
and all the books	5
i will not say	5
the motto of the	5
god help our men	5
back to a tree	5
the tops of the	5
of the shanty on	5
the mayor of quog	5
on the wings of	5
never said no word	5
seen so much uv	5
his back to a	5
prouder man than you	5
and the queen said	5
the leaves of the	5
the back of the	5
help our men at	5
a prouder man than	5
blessed horse fell down	5
sitting round the hearth	5
the face of a	5
the beat of our	4
ghosts of other days	4
to be by mooni	4
the strength of the	4
she never said no	4
with french to kimberley	4
at the close of	4
the sound of a	4
in the folds of	4
through the noises of	4
glug stood up with	4
the city of gosh	4
he might have been	4
a tributary of the	4
with the song of	4
a hundred years ago	4
shrieks of the wild	4
but a glug stood	4
a glug stood up	4
do you hear her	4
the breath of the	4
boast of the world	4
noises of the river	4
of the great king	4
in the wake of	4
beat of our swift	4
in the heart of	4
the life of the	4
at the back of	4
smith with his ambulance	4
roll up at talbragar	4
like a sea of	4
the years to be	4
splashed from heel to	4
in the dust and	4
leaves from australian forests	4
with me for the	4
the glass on the	4
of wind and rain	4
the maid of gerringong	4
on the face of	4
the poets of the	4
looked for him at	4
they looked for him	4
of all the world	4
they roam to the	4
trees when the weather	4
the drifting of the	4
take the stock away	4
the song of the	4
he opened his book	4
his nibs of quog	4
the head of the	4
have the cavalry done	4
the ballad of the	4
go on for ever	4
with death amongst the	4
in the ranks of	4
tributary of the river	4
the voice of a	4
as afar they roam	4
what have the cavalry	4
through a mist of	4
the dawn of the	4
for the owners of	4
grave by the cliffs	4
sorrow for the owners	4
cool and so sweet	4
and said to the	4
they climbed the trees	4
the beat and the	4
glass on the bar	4
and the drifting of	4
beat and the beat	4
the winds and the	4
that used to be	4
afar they roam to	4
of the flower of	4
like a dream of	4
for ever and ever	4
for him at home	4
the shrieks of the	4
a bit of a	4
drifting of the snow	4
the ghost of a	4
the roar of the	4
in the fall of	4
so cool and so	4
and the beat of	4
my face against the	3
the spirit of music	3
went to the war	3
is a thing that	3
owners of the faces	3
up the country in	3
songs from the mountains	3
the old australian ways	3
that a man can	3
limits of the land	3
built of bark and	3
heel to thigh with	3
in these latter days	3
the dead leaves fly	3
a shriek and a	3
the eyes of my	3
they fined the glug	3
it was not much	3
the beauty of the	3
and hell and booligal	3
with his feet in	3
the stanza of childe	3
of the faces in	3
wastes of the west	3
there came to the	3
hay and hell and	3
the stars are brightest	3
and i name no	3
the river and the	3
of the years to	3
like the voice of	3
the ledges and over	3
from up the country	3
men in the days	3
that can never be	3
passed away and left	3
were down on kimberley	3
the war before the	3
a song to sing	3
head on one side	3
the face of things	3
they faced each other	3
with a mist of	3
i know her well	3
to the name of	3
in the pits of	3
i wonder if the	3
the strength of his	3
you used to be	3
the eyes of those	3
god help the man	3
and my heart is	3
the glare of the	3
the music of the	3
the haunts of the	3
with the beauty of	3
hard and senseless hill	3
the grand and the	3
i got no time	3
like men in the	3
is up the pole	3
and the glory of	3
last race and other	3
so it came to	3
of wind and wet	3
the long day through	3
man from snowy river	3
the boys out there	3
scenes in the distance	3
far out in the	3
in the midst of	3
that startle and scare	3
with the shining hair	3
in the olden time	3
and by my side	3
boers were down on	3
of the days when	3
the first of the	3
and round and round	3
faced each other and	3
the grave by the	3
of the winds and	3
the army prays for	3
and the rain is	3
in the eyes of	3
the glug with the	3
from heel to thigh	3
is the month of	3
of mine beyond the	3
poets of the tomb	3
of glimmering greenness manifold	3
no time fer wasters	3
war before the war	3
of the river clarence	3
that no man knows	3
it is well that	3
and the grass is	3
is on the land	3
by the side of	3
back from up the	3
god and silence in	3
fined the glug with	3
the foot of the	3
and the strength of	3
your wild warbling around	3
the folds of the	3
and i thought that	3
the eyes of a	3
the rain is on	3
the world for me	3
till they reached the	3
he was sent to	3
when underneath the brown	3
gardens flushed with fruit	3
rain is on the	3
and the voice of	3
of those faces in	3
his head on one	3
in a land so	3
the kings of the	3
but the face of	3
in the city of	3
a long job now	3
the depths of the	3
underneath the brown dead	3
wish that they were	3
ella with the shining	3
in the glen of	3
an hour before the	3
should have come with	3
i name no names	3
the wastes of the	3
but the mayor said	3
on a long job	3
the country in the	3
daughter of the year	3
harp we love hath	3
have come with age	3
and some of the	3
am back from up	3
in the shanty on	3
stanza of childe harold	3
none had heard of	3
was built of bark	3
the words of the	3
on the mountain side	3
driver smith with his	3
and there came to	3
before the war before	3
the light of her	3
other and fought like	3
was on the land	3
by the name of	3
glen on the banks	3
in the time of	3
wild warbling around us	3
the cause of quog	3
a cloud of dust	3
and then there came	3
and boast of the	3
song and the sigh	3
fought like men in	3
to the depths of	3
from day to day	3
the gold of the	3
i am back from	3
my patient ellen ray	3
of the west countrie	3
all the scenes of	3
fall of the year	3
the last time round	3
that come and go	3
his little red dog	3
peter anderson and co	3
depths of a forest	3
in the years that	3
with the funny prick	3
for days and days	3
like the sound of	3
cedar glen on the	3
under the ledges and	3
that way wiv a	3
and he said to	3
good world after all	3
the lips of the	3
he came to the	3
white and so still	3
the glen of arrawatta	3
race and other verses	3
the leaf and the	3
and fought like men	3
the heart of a	3
the name of a	3
is on the track	3
down in the depths	3
the sake of the	3
the big stone wall	3
more especially those who	3
and the gleam of	3
the night and the	3
and the shadow of	3
the rule of the	3
will go to the	3
the harp we love	3
when the day is	3
the wake of the	3
the road to old	3
is it well that	3
ivy on the wall	3
the sydney international exhibition	3
from zone to zone	3
the short black pier	3
in the dawn of	3
in a dream of	3
all the year round	3
and over the lea	3
a glimpse of the	3
too late in my	3
tale of basil moss	3
the shores of wollongong	3
the hills of the	3
a death in the	3
dells of glimmering greenness	3
written in the shadow	3
back of the course	3
beat all night at	3
the owners of the	3
heard your wild warbling	3
the hard times run	3
ledges and over the	3
night at the feet	3
on the track of	3
the funny prick ears	3
a good world after	3
they thought of the	3
the last of the	3
a song of the	3
names upon a stone	3
the limits of the	3
are heard in the	3
going on a long	3
and the sound of	3
got no time fer	3
battling day and night	3
the wind and the	3
friend of mine beyond	3
each other and fought	3
the faces of the	3
and his back to	3
grown to be past	3
of the old campaigners	3
where the stars are	3
with his back to	3
all night at the	3
the turn to the	3
the boers were down	3
stood up with a	3
that voice of thine	3
the man from snowy	3
i sorrow for the	3
cold and flinty hill	3
so white and so	3
those faces in the	3
he thought of the	3
night is on the	3
he stuck to his	3
bells beyond the forest	3
from the face of	3
is on the hill	3
all night long the	3
we take the stock	3
the rest of the	3
death in the bush	3
in the ashes and	3
let her have it	3
in the light of	3
we love hath a	3
light of moon and	3
when the night is	3
and the wind is	3
the brown dead grass	3
the ivy on the	3
with god and silence	3
eyes to see the	3
last of the old	3
the depths of a	3
alone with god and	3
keep the ould place	3
the sides of the	3
the eyes of the	3
the lady of the	3
of moon and star	3
the life of a	3
my life have i	2
the east and the	2
be brought within the	2
is the time when	2
you like the shame	2
great king splosh was	2
out of sight they	2
i think of the	2
for the lord has	2
to an old mate	2
the trap to win	2
they held their own	2
to be where mooni	2
of the wind on	2
from the home of	2
just as brave as	2
that whispers in the	2
the rough and early	2
me down to fancy	2
the star of australasia	2
which should have come	2
the colours of the	2
night was on the	2
and the ogs went	2
the hand of fate	2
cross your breast humbly	2
time the morn looks	2
council and charity board	2
to help a mate	2
in the city and	2
a light in the	2
watty when the kindly	2
the waterfall the song	2
of the poets of	2
sat me down to	2
be a grave by	2
the songs of old	2
here and there a	2
the blue mountains above	2
glug was a glug	2
kissed your lips in	2
spite of all the	2
when yeh come to	2
of battery a was	2
wish to be beyond	2
teams a cloud of	2
i know full well	2
in this sphere of	2
when the kindly hours	2
when he hears the	2
that had left it	2
be beyond all signs	2
the name of the	2
those who will battle	2
and his feet in	2
who tell us in	2
day long in the	2
the world has had	2
the motto for the	2
i only wish to	2
with the echoes away	2
morning rode up to	2
finish out of sight	2
met jack ellis in	2
that a glug was	2
dream in his face	2
lying in your hammock	2
and grief to ithaca	2
who may brave the	2
but the spirit answers	2
of a league of	2
you fancy that your	2
the main stock route	2
to the land of	2
with thoughtful eyes look	2
pearl diver kanzo makame	2
the sea out yonder	2
and men who have	2
king of the glugs	2
the sake of a	2
not say too much	2
plain with the wails	2
within his gates that	2
and light of heart	2
through the gates of	2
the children run to	2
to the glen in	2
echoes away from their	2
faultless friend of flowers	2
east and the west	2
the soul of man	2
ships go heaving past	2
then come the war	2
the pain who rides	2
was born in the	2
took my hand in	2
what time the morn	2
a thunder on the	2
pattering on the pane	2
will not say too	2
of australian night have	2
so long as he	2
the wails of the	2
and his eyes were	2
his friends to applaud	2
then i met jack	2
the death of the	2
to the manner of	2
a glug of the	2
wart on his nose	2
from bough to bough	2
poems and songs the	2
a little mouth that	2
last five year or	2
to be in at	2
the federation as the	2
by wind and wing	2
us play our very	2
the squatter saw his	2
he had to fight	2
clay pipe stuck in	2
the harp of australia	2
on the hills of	2
and buried two since	2
thing was this way	2
and the song that	2
trooping past the faded	2
a touch of the	2
only one old post	2
raying up in confusion	2
the stranger came from	2
when you reach the	2
i look in vain	2
came from narromine and	2
let the sliprails down	2
made it a sorrow	2
chanced upon the very	2
hurrying up to the	2
wind of the north	2
a face that had	2
inn the rafters are	2
that is filled with	2
the darkness of the	2
jack ellis and i	2
men fight all shapes	2
out in the wastes	2
a man may ponder	2
innocuous remnant of a	2
tries to work a	2
is fairer than flowers	2
like a fire of	2
green is the grass	2
of the setting sun	2
in the depth of	2
lines longer than characters	2
the dew which brings	2
baths and cooling down	2
fragments of a broken	2
bushmen one morning rode	2
shadowy mountains and the	2
seem to travel aft	2
dishonest or evil person	2
while you use your	2
wooed by wind and	2
spring from the west	2
cold and rain and	2
down on field and	2
river and the hill	2
our jack was lost	2
us in a loud	2
roaring days the night	2
the mountains to a	2
the racing horses run	2
from the guards of	2
the scorching north wind	2
soft and sleeping sound	2
for the tracks of	2
colours of the setting	2
sight they held a	2
the devil may stand	2
show the road home	2
the soul of marshall	2
the days of the	2
vagabond white handkerchiefs wave	2
as the years go	2
the work of their	2
the tracks of her	2
now printed for the	2
the day was done	2
to meet again the	2
can tell us what	2
i would you were	2
you cannot choose but	2
for all that is	2
him singing a song	2
know how it is	2
contents with first lines	2
a worthy and excellent	2
person of no account	2
siege and maxim gun	2
and all his swanks	2
gone to battle now	2
away from din and	2
in their terrible ire	2
carry their swags out	2
no man knows of	2
the tubes are always	2
went to the world	2
still to be by	2
of the dead red	2
from your blistered feet	2
plant was seized for	2
and the continuation is	2
that caught the cycling	2
discovery of botany bay	2
wind goes soughing wild	2
from australian forests dedication	2
thigh with spinning vine	2
a beard of snow	2
build on the ruins	2
the grace that is	2
wot a blinded fool	2
the tufts of the	2
them all to be	2
of the year who	2
your people came of	2
of the man who	2
or a mountain peak	2
is it for this	2
gates of the east	2
punch with the fist	2
love and great desire	2
and an angel that	2
off to kimberley to	2
the thing was this	2
and dirty and wild	2
lie in slumber deep	2
when the sun was	2
fight the news came	2
was through to kimberley	2
find the golden gates	2
the close of day	2
the circus swooped down	2
yeh keep one down	2
i sez to digger	2
down the siding brown	2
turning of the year	2
music come and go	2
your best endeavour to	2
way hath the breath	2
get it from the	2
as i was drifting	2
the voice in the	2
it is wasted with	2
that night is on	2
the years that used	2
a chap or bloke	2
on the plains of	2
it drizzles or hails	2
barren age and withered	2
upon the very day	2
to the back of	2
in the woods to	2
and we front a	2
of botany bay by	2
a river in the	2
the lee of the	2
tell us in a	2
i am growing old	2
by the feet of	2
the stock have started	2
gold is stronger than	2
a mist of music	2
a dazzle of roses	2
when i am gone	2
the wind without home	2
with a blinding glare	2
was drifting with the	2
breath of the honey	2
the sun strikes down	2
in the grand old	2
that laugh and men	2
there lies the great	2
bar three bushmen one	2
especially those who did	2
to their coverts for	2
in the time when	2
i dips me lid	2
to the tread of	2
song of the future	2
from the bush and	2
from lips and from	2
for light of moon	2
have been many and	2
in the native oak	2
in a clamour of	2
the wail of the	2
the bed of the	2
you use your best	2
sun on a desert	2
is as cold as	2
road home to them	2
of going back when	2
yet did the glugs	2
with a sound of	2
old australian ways the	2
think i know the	2
the glow of the	2
down on kimberley with	2
a song and a	2
as the beat and	2
the end of joi	2
adult of the genus	2
and laid it on	2
among nations her banners	2
home with empty pockets	2
up to an inn	2
last race now this	2
the sigh the creek	2
i have a dream	2
to the melancholy gale	2
army prays for watty	2
said the little red	2
a plan of action	2
to sleep with the	2
the sorrows of the	2
dreadful thirst the stranger	2
to the forest trees	2
song of old joe	2
hath the breath of	2
parts of the world	2
tempest will wave to	2
the awful face of	2
and hug a sorry	2
white handkerchiefs wave from	2
shoots up in the	2
the bullicks and tramp	2
our names upon the	2
song of the federation	2
up in the dark	2
that sorrowful spirit away	2
and steward and the	2
with the passing of	2
that big red hill	2
i might have been	2
cautiously creep to the	2
of the woods and	2
better stock than mine	2
ranks of the a	2
i think i know	2
he had been a	2
down where we could	2
on talbragar when christmas	2
on the top of	2
to the left of	2
at the gates of	2
met her on the	2
a month or two	2
that used to catch	2
old post is standing	2
after all the brooding	2
as the poit sez	2
the soul of thy	2
for it cannot last	2
jist like a blessed	2
and yonder is the	2
old fellow saved me	2
the old earth hides	2
and the sigh the	2
like a great blind	2
the voyage of telegonus	2
jack on that there	2
cloud of dust on	2
mountains to a mountain	2
lord of the land	2
ben duggan jack denver	2
the hiss of the	2
searched in the dark	2
the love of his	2
the fire and the	2
of the outward bound	2
driver smith of battery	2
and the sun on	2
in the sound of	2
when the moon is	2
to make a fortune	2
rise when the caravans	2
and dells of glimmering	2
miles of gleaming corn	2
the life that is	2
hour before the sun	2
of the genus homo	2
when i know that	2
hand with the harp	2
that he was dead	2
got me snouted jist	2
the thick of the	2
the beauty of old	2
the harp of my	2
past the faded fire	2
rideth a man with	2
the morn looks from	2
him if i can	2
walgett episode the sun	2
a land so strong	2
a song that was	2
but from my heart	2
heart the diggings were	2
australian bards and bush	2
three bushmen one morning	2
makes a start to	2
land alone with god	2
a couple of pages	2
in the day when	2
where the boomerangs sleep	2
lights are far abeam	2
the cloud of thirst	2
age and withered world	2
from his den the	2
that ole mother told	2
the sun was going	2
he came to be	2
cabbitch storks or somethink	2
came to the track	2
kimberley with siege and	2
with a kettle to	2
and the chestnut horse	2
school to climb the	2
man i wash me	2
the drover across the	2
men that weep call	2
thank god for sleep	2
the skirts of the	2
morn looks from his	2
by you and me	2
the way that he	2
to be a squatter	2
falling round the roof	2
you if you fancy	2
the nations sat together	2
white south land alone	2
the ruins and wrecks	2
well that he goeth	2
the grass and his	2
at the end of	2
the ogs went home	2
to are withering things	2
while that ole mother	2
but now he sleeps	2
for the lust of	2
world has had enough	2
the man of letters	2
for who may brave	2
the echoes away from	2
out of the body	2
the yapping of the	2
wherefore stay to talk	2
are filled with the	2
the little blue wren	2
french to kimberley the	2
the shelter of freedom	2
and makes a white	2
rough bark shoots up	2
the glen in the	2
he walked in the	2
my soul may sleep	2
like to one that	2
a place in his	2
long day passes with	2
to the great king	2
the cavalry done what	2
who can cope with	2
down on the castlereagh	2
the sea in the	2
that came to narromine	2
that in a land	2
are now printed for	2
and silent as such	2
on the shores of	2
remnant of a hardy	2
the ballad of tanna	2
ye breezes that spring	2
like a guest who	2
to the haunts of	2
doth come and go	2
wait to greet the	2
each to his place	2
a white wrath of	2
a man with a	2
rain droppeth down with	2
howling through the gloom	2
not so many years	2
through brake and briar	2
fought the battle bravely	2
weep with me for	2
time a voice was	2
daughter of the dead	2
of the kings of	2
behind that big red	2
and freckled and sandy	2
heart of nature glad	2
a man can trust	2
was making his way	2
sit and hug a	2
as the swank struts	2
night too quickly passes	2
gundagai the mountain road	2
creep to the haunts	2
in all the land	2
the city bushman it	2
hopes that i clung	2
we battled for to	2
held a polo meeting	2
makes the heart of	2
always seem to travel	2
boast no more of	2
the missus used to	2
at her yearning breast	2
night and the rain	2
day of ending for	2
the moon is on	2
when none had heard	2
sun strikes down with	2
the withering weeks of	2
marvellous source of delight	2
the dream to me	2
mount bukaroo only one	2
with never a sound	2
where have we been	2
left to land for	2
the days of front	2
in soft australian nights	2
stooped to trace our	2
of songs of the	2
came down on the	2
to miss annie hopkins	2
shame have left their	2
there why do they	2
there on the great	2
love that is wasted	2
doing of his share	2
till the world grows	2
ways of this woman	2
great grey plain of	2
pilot cove young friend	2
tall and freckled and	2
so many years ago	2
reached the big stone	2
their coverts for fear	2
the light of my	2
across the little run	2
now the stock have	2
this is not a	2
but thou fliest before	2
the dark and the	2
idea uv argument to	2
turn to the straight	2
at last there came	2
the pathos worn by	2
she ran to the	2
news came down on	2
lips and a shaking	2
shall plant among nations	2
the years go by	2
of the leaf and	2
there are those that	2
have left their trace	2
town the fields of	2
children come home on	2
i have gone past	2
i stooped to trace	2
at the same time	2
not a tale which	2
the spirit answers nothing	2
he has no need	2
whitens manhood in the	2
two hundred miles away	2
clung to are withering	2
the scent of the	2
road to gundagai the	2
start the echoes away	2
buried by the hawkesbury	2
he knew he was	2
a loud decisive tone	2
in and morning out	2
this last five year	2
lives the queer tinker	2
on the bar three	2
as the racing horses	2
is nothing that can	2
who missed a little	2
bay by captain cook	2
down with a blinding	2
the sea sends up	2
till the night was	2
song of the artesian	2
a track that a	2
as i know full	2
the road to damascus	2
with stinted stomachs and	2
passing stranger within his	2
with that heart so	2
the mayor and council	2
in the dark for	2
fainting by the way	2
is a tale of	2
the trams and buses	2
while the stubborn drill	2
with a pursing of	2
weep call thee music	2
of the sin which	2
ruins and wrecks of	2
on the path of	2
upbraid with many words	2
that he had a	2
wave from the short	2
town is very small	2
eighteen hundred and sixty	2
the ring of the	2
the way is won	2
she is fairer than	2
my friend and brother	2
the song of arda	2
the founts of speech	2
home on a lonely	2
night like this we	2
they looked at the	2
up to the fight	2
blast flies moaning past	2
owners of those faces	2
i cannot bear disgrace	2
the lord of the	2
place till the childer	2
of the past appears	2
that is by mooni	2
and a subtle sense	2
heart hath held for	2
tree and his feet	2
where was my power	2
like one who walks	2
luck i left the	2
kimberley the boers were	2
come and see me	2
the race of the	2
days the night too	2
the ways of this	2
of the land of	2
on a lonely selection	2
horse fell down when	2
home in the glen	2
and the tubes are	2
lost in the flood	2
the wargeilah handicap wargeilah	2
of the federation as	2
never a sound of	2
in the hearts of	2
all hail to thee	2
pipe stuck in his	2
by this surging sea	2
a walgett episode the	2
she treats me like	2
and turn to their	2
went down with a	2
to applaud on the	2
right up from the	2
the scotch engineer with	2
you go to your	2
and through the days	2
steerage where the second	2
and i have tramped	2
on the tides of	2
is there not one	2
curse of mother flood	2
on a cattle track	2
to the grass for	2
go like a guest	2
our lives are dull	2
you almost heard the	2
that they were dead	2
know that you could	2
the guards of the	2
i dedicate these lines	2
of the noon and	2
bards who wish that	2
of our bloodless flag	2
falls the night on	2
of a desolate grave	2
a hyde park larrikin	2
of a deep and	2
the depths of his	2
a stranger to the	2
and listen to the	2
night is over all	2
the caravans of wool	2
flat on your back	2
that weep call thee	2
i clung to are	2
must saddle up and	2
of green and gold	2
thief upon the cross	2
handicap wargeilah town is	2
fellow saved me from	2
a spring song the	2
do not leave me	2
that i am growing	2
wilt thou float and	2
on the forehead of	2
a cold and flinty	2
of thee doth come	2
round and round the	2
he searched for food	2
the rhymes of sym	2
of dependence aside she	2
of heat and drought	2
worthy and excellent thing	2
where the feet of	2
the days gone by	2
are dull and slow	2
face of our humanity	2
withering weeks of drought	2
whose years have been	2
priests and the levites	2
all the brooding ghosts	2
the mightiest of the	2
with the speed of	2
the refuge of the	2
in the days gone	2
i think i hear	2
a deep and desolate	2
in the lost dunbar	2
are the eyes of	2
harp of my country	2
toes to the west	2
his little maxim gun	2
of the east and	2
now i only wish	2
friends to applaud on	2
but he loves the	2
feet are set in	2
hear that voice of	2
screams of the wild	2
we came to the	2
a spanish love song	2
is death in the	2
of music in the	2
in the roar of	2
with a cloud on	2
setting of the day	2
for the mooki river	2
opening of the melbourne	2
of land and sea	2
and the spur the	2
aught on the summit	2
sir stodge and all	2
bush reviewers while you	2
the pearl diver kanzo	2
and the shearers and	2
of old joe swallow	2
a land of lawn	2
i know by the	2
on the rise when	2
died on talbragar when	2
i know how it	2
in the withering weeks	2
draggled and dirty and	2
ye gates of the	2
a lonely selection far	2
out back the old	2
even as a wondrous	2
down in the south	2
was one of the	2
warrior of the north	2
pathos to the melancholy	2
this week or more	2
the tale of basil	2
in the bush the	2
jack denver died on	2
a cloud on their	2
from his halls of	2
and the roar of	2
been broken according to	2
gone with cattle our	2
northward there lies a	2
australasia we boast no	2
rafters are open to	2
which whitens manhood in	2
had left it lone	2
and empires her national	2
the foam and the	2
she who missed a	2
i dreams me dreams	2
up the bullicks and	2
judge and steward and	2
the heart of you	2
in the strength of	2
when bees are out	2
water now the stock	2
there is death in	2
to thigh with spinning	2
song of the lone	2
there is nothing that	2
of lips and a	2
to treat with derision	2
when alister cameron came	2
in the moments of	2
goods of the ogs	2
of a hardy curse	2
feel that i am	2
a day to the	2
rest of the world	2
mountain wind is blowing	2
music in the leaves	2
pines and leafless vines	2
was loth to remain	2
hoping that you will	2
quog took the chair	2
wargeilah handicap wargeilah town	2
the tempest will wave	2
the glugs abide in	2
of the cambaroora star	2
australian night have gone	2
rode for a day	2
and the soul of	2
and grapple the dark	2
down the street as	2
to hear the sweet	2
of the year in	2
on the discovery of	2
all to be in	2
cattle the drought is	2
go through the noises	2
like to one who	2
the rain droppeth down	2
know the face of	2
of pain sighs through	2
live in the land	2
cast in his eye	2
a dream of fear	2
that your people came	2
a timid man at	2
of moss and myrtle	2
fancy that your people	2
the growth of sym	2
it is stuffy in	2
he rides hard to	2
you think the bush	2
the drought is down	2
saw his pastures wide	2
on the shoulders of	2
of the tomb the	2
he loves the hunt	2
for if you cannot	2
a reel ole ding	2
grass and his back	2
but if you should	2
beauty of old ways	2
drover across the stony	2
yelping of the dogs	2
with siege and maxim	2
to the lands unknown	2
silence in the cold	2
honey slakes and slays	2
is indented two spaces	2
gone by with a	2
upon the lap of	2
a fall of rain	2
considine out in the	2
from my heart no	2
and i think we	2
and went to the	2
whereon to pitch my	2
so warm and true	2
the time of the	2
and wooed by wind	2
now the leaves are	2
from the mountains to	2
its load of sorrow	2
the glen of a	2
duggan jack denver died	2
we rested on the	2
the woods and the	2
wake of the wild	2
a sister in the	2
waves of the sea	2
a preface to his	2
longer than characters have	2
came of better stock	2
beef tea she never	2
soothe us or thrill	2
in the wastes of	2
my heart no tear	2
moon is on the	2
half of tears and	2
and the new returned	2
love for the dead	2
not to say despicable	2
of the shame of	2
at the turn to	2
the great gold river	2
when the heat of	2
grass for the tracks	2
and i thought of	2
with the thoughts of	2
of the garden plot	2
i helped the thing	2
i could not face	2
that shrinks beneath the	2
jim i got no	2
voice in the wild	2
they rend the air	2
how it is with	2
the top of the	2
for a glug is	2
the bones of the	2
the owners of those	2
droppeth down with a	2
up the country i	2
sun was going down	2
on the long white	2
were lost in the	2
the end of the	2
the year in his	2
deep down in the	2
and saw the gum	2
you may see the	2
since we saw the	2
with never a token	2
the night was on	2
a band of three	2
a light on the	2
the rest on the	2
have been broken according	2
at the death of	2
the fervour of fire	2
a clique of gamblers	2
by the ghost of	2
a man whose other	2
it side by side	2
and makes a man	2
with eyes that searched	2
the northward there lies	2
from sun to sun	2
the boss of the	2
your words are wild	2
on a baby buried	2
with the wails of	2
bones of the dead	2
they looked on the	2
a guest who was	2
i do not think	2
a thing it is	2
the melbourne cup was	2
shadows so cool and	2
sea sends up a	2
dew which brings immortal	2
a fit of depression	2
for watty when the	2
the drouth of a	2
to trace our names	2
argument to call a	2
it from the devil	2
my face to the	2
the hills at the	2
the vagabond white handkerchiefs	2
stranger came from narromine	2
dying thief upon the	2
world was wide and	2
the corners of the	2
eurunderee there are scenes	2
left on the ribs	2
whose feet are set	2
on the barren ground	2
man of letters here	2
of the sad curlew	2
the stars are the	2
the face of that	2
brooding ghosts of australian	2
but i think the	2
your lips in sleep	2
laugh and men that	2
the sounds of the	2
hunted like a dog	2
in the darkness and	2
the land of our	2
with its load of	2
he said to the	2
yoke up the bullicks	2
when the caravans of	2
a mountain peak to	2
to administer physical punishment	2
on a spanish cathedral	2
i thought of old	2
in a time when	2
when sets the half	2
the darkness and the	2
for the first time	2
as a wondrous woman	2
in the first of	2
the ripple of leaves	2
glory when alister cameron	2
was wide and other	2
how did our grandpas	2
the past and the	2
land whereon to pitch	2
with the harp of	2
the yoke of dependence	2
shriek and a shout	2
and his name was	2
campbell one day old	2
of the life that	2
you go like a	2
he knows it is	2
dunn of nevertire it	2
stuffy in the steerage	2
in the steerage where	2
for the love of	2
the terror that came	2
that searched in the	2
of the artesian water	2
ways the london lights	2
the body for ever	2
across the stony ridges	2
the moon in the	2
the distance where beauty	2
backward from your blistered	2
gone from the bush	2
sighs the sedge and	2
ellis and i have	2
be by mooni now	2
the gold and the	2
the friends of his	2
were ye not like	2
and the green of	2
and i know them	2
like a drizzling rain	2
the wind with a	2
the man that i	2
save him if i	2
the humour of his	2
fairer than flowers of	2
the moonlight so white	2
the heart of their	2
the kindly hours of	2
as they did when	2
hundred pounds a year	2
to do a break	2
the steerage where the	2
who was loth to	2
and from fingers inspired	2
chiefly it is when	2
to his little red	2
that thou art wise	2
some are made of	2
the glory of the	2
the patient ellen ray	2
continuation is indented two	2
ridge and plain with	2
the sliprails and the	2
the discovery of botany	2
siren she sung a	2
face against the wall	2
second fight the news	2
go to your rest	2
morning of the world	2
viewless blast flies moaning	2
unearthly screams are heard	2
they are never very	2
of better stock than	2
the dust and heat	2
round for days and	2
where beauty is not	2
said to the boys	2
the lord has sent	2
stress of alien days	2
of gosh is a	2
i felt like i	2
been this week or	2
and let them go	2
in the cedar trees	2
country i am back	2
the son of joi	2
from year to year	2
green and the purple	2
on that there ten	2
to look at and	2
but thy joy is	2
never dark with coming	2
were just in their	2
it to sorrowful numbers	2
the fate of the	2
ashes straight and tall	2
and there on the	2
the wind on the	2
a grievance in life	2
the tracks of the	2
just to be where	2
came to the land	2
true to my child	2
we will merrily pass	2
half the want which	2
a glug was a	2
but when the birds	2
many and many a	2
save for light of	2
every cloud that sails	2
sin which he did	2
made his little joke	2
over the plains and	2
had enough of bards	2
with a heart like	2
the land of the	2
that he could not	2
the last of his	2
whose thunders shake the	2
a clamour of calls	2
to keep a secret	2
you sit and wait	2
thee doth come and	2
of the beauty that	2
a hand with the	2
he said to them	2
bill his old clay	2
all spreading to the	2
the melbourne town hall	2
days trooping to and	2
the sight of a	2
not tell you so	2
to do a thing	2
the song of old	2
the weather is cool	2
earth hides her treasure	2
who can tell us	2
the night too quickly	2
year in his hands	2
when the swank goes	2
in the old majestic	2
why do they do	2
as glug blamed glug	2
track that a man	2
the spur the colours	2
on kimberley with siege	2
grim and silent as	2
of a beautiful day	2
that spring from the	2
and shame have left	2
at the door of	2
the steps of the	2
you sit and hug	2
from the eyes of	2
now and then at	2
an exclamation expressing joy	2
and sad are the	2
the setting of the	2
the curse of mother	2
how the melbourne cup	2
the want which whitens	2
i faint afar off	2
the mountains old and	2
the star began to	2
came from his stall	2
and the clamour of	2
the rise when the	2
to whip the cat	2
sweeney it was somewhere	2
earth laments for day	2
no more of our	2
of music come and	2
wrecks of the past	2
printed for the first	2
foot on hills of	2
the song that once	2
to the northward there	2
journey on the trek	2
but often in the	2
the words of anger	2
land for if you	2
be sure of this	2
star of australasia we	2
and a flood of	2
with the cattle the	2
away from their caves	2
of thunder and rain	2
climbed the ranges from	2
of tears and half	2
on the lachlan side	2
tubes are always jamming	2
her heart it is	2
and the gold of	2
queen of all the	2
got to take the	2
country in the rough	2
out the wild shadows	2
we heard your wild	2
all uncovered to the	2
plant among nations her	2
makes a white wrath	2
lends a tone of	2
aside she will cast	2
and the sounds of	2
the hearts of men	2
o darling of mine	2
alone knows how they	2
and let her have	2
in memory of john	2
was pleasant up the	2
to the beat of	2
thirst the stranger came	2
cavalry done what have	2
the white south land	2
ole flood this last	2
glug is a glug	2
my idea uv argument	2
at the setting of	2
where sighs the sedge	2
and big ben duggan	2
he smiled a smile	2
to the edge of	2
do a bit around	2
taking baths and cooling	2
devil may stand behind	2
the days of yore	2
saved me from gilbert	2
count your beads deftly	2
of the myrrh evermore	2
was hunted like a	2
the crack of the	2
by what he heard	2
nations her banners in	2
in the stress of	2
and go through the	2
who never turned a	2
and when the day	2
beams and wooed by	2
the children come home	2
in the distance where	2
his worship of quog	2
inn on the rise	2
burnt a lot of	2
one morning rode up	2
now up and down	2
happy in its glow	2
find a way to	2
have gone from the	2
on the front of	2
ould place till the	2
on the royal door	2
and songs the muse	2
friend of flowers and	2
applaud on the stands	2
and the yelping of	2
the world at large	2
a cloud of thirst	2
with the face to	2
ellis in town to	2
and slays half the	2
and the missus used	2
song that was made	2
pass where the boomerangs	2
in the distance was	2
to him in the	2
beyond all signs of	2
the ghosts of the	2
the long white road	2
a was anxious to	2
sad face of our	2
that i love the	2
their glory when alister	2
the yapping and the	2
on the trek oh	2
only wish to be	2
by the door of	2
darkness and the rain	2
fur as i can	2
are the ways of	2
than you if you	2
is stuffy in the	2
saddle up yer horses	2
played me jack on	2
the country i am	2
of the glugs of	2
in a superlative degree	2
he was born in	2
when the birds is	2
through the days when	2
gather them all to	2
come home on a	2
the mind of a	2
sounds of music come	2
a baby buried by	2
heart of a man	2
and sleets and waters	2
of evening sounds of	2
give up the ghost	2
fields of youth are	2
room for rio grande	2
in the shape of	2
to call a man	2
to gundagai the mountain	2
he could not be	2
timid man at all	2
steward and the lord	2
where you sit and	2
on the tops of	2
is the motto of	2
best endeavour to immortalise	2
have gone by with	2
with the music of	2
crooning her sorcery runic	2
a polo meeting at	2
the hermit hornet hums	2
he used to wander	2
and wrecks of the	2
make a fortune and	2
of bards who wish	2
is it well to	2
song of the cattle	2
looking down to the	2
sliprails and the spur	2
on a desert glows	2
with their aunts and	2
the wind goes soughing	2
and robert fought the	2
mayor and council and	2
to take my place	2
heard in the midnight	2
a male adult of	2
in the flow of	2
federation as the nations	2
he took the track	2
this is the month	2
swag or other burden	2
come to pass that	2
for the pride of	2
day passes with its	2
the first australian poet	2
will wave to proclaim	2
and they hanged poor	2
out there on the	2
joi had a son	2
bullicks and tramp beside	2
race now this was	2
the shearers and the	2
very sorry that i	2
some of us shall	2
they came from the	2
the songs of the	2
ringing in my head	2
where the great gold	2
motto for the world	2
the little dog listened	2
the heart of things	2
for a week or	2
and the bones of	2
strikes down with a	2
sand is yielding backward	2
men that laugh and	2
fifty pounds a year	2
with seldom a track	2
like the shame of	2
let out the wild	2
world was wide the	2
creek went down with	2
because i know the	2
lonely selection far out	2
death amongst the pines	2
shrinks beneath the touch	2
the tones of the	2
and half of fire	2
giant pines and leafless	2
to face with god	2
if a man makes	2
and let out the	2
in the rough and	2
the same ole way	2
the loss of his	2
where you used to	2
and the scent of	2
old mate old mate	2
done what have the	2
the creek went down	2
sprite of a sheep	2
we all have our	2
ranges from the west	2
wind and the rain	2
narrow and ways are	2
that was hunted like	2
now this was what	2
and wasted by the	2
trooper campbell one day	2
hug a sorry hope	2
saw the amateur was	2
at the set of	2
are far from me	2
stinted stomachs and blistered	2
and every cloud that	2
missed a little mouth	2
there would be no	2
my heart is as	2
the cambaroora star so	2
all me mortal days	2
shorn and the wool	2
day old trooper campbell	2
view of the garden	2
weary journey on the	2
where the tall trees	2
a fortune and you	2
level with the faces	2
characters have been broken	2
sin and shame have	2
engineer with eyes that	2
sonnets on the discovery	2
the wild men came	2
the earth laments for	2
this was what macpherson	2
beneath this old figtree	2
the sister of the	2
the drovers and the	2
lips and from fingers	2
glad that i am	2
stubborn drill is ramming	2
is well that he	2
the last parade with	2
that soothe us or	2
yapping of the dogs	2
the bay of islands	2
so that he may	2
and a hand with	2
the elders of the	2
stock have started dying	2
will be indented spaces	2
when he came to	2
and hide in the	2
to bill and coo	2
like a child for	2
is swift and fitful	2
to the place of	2
the curse of the	2
too old to fight	2
seldom a track that	2
knowed ole flood this	2
rouseabout tall and freckled	2
for years and years	2
die with the echoes	2
stomachs and blistered feet	2
by the surges and	2
he went for a	2
like a gust of	2
years that used to	2
as such men be	2
bards and bush reviewers	2
wind without home in	2
the grass for the	2
the shape of a	2
is narrow and ways	2
sound of thee doth	2
fathers of the people	2
and whispers from the	2
for they fear to	2
was wide the world	2
bring the cattle home	2
white wrath of a	2
that came from his	2
a glug is a	2
rest on the bar	2
and the breezes shall	2
voice is the voice	2
the ranks of the	2
on the wall the	2
the fields of youth	2
tears and half of	2
from point to point	2
opening of the railway	2
straight dunn of nevertire	2
life and all its	2
the muse of australia	2
want which whitens manhood	2
was broke for deloya	2
and in my dreams	2
spur the colours of	2
could not face his	2
old earth hides her	2
rapture from thy strain	2
in the land where	2
broken according to metre	2
joe swallow when i	2
of freedom and boast	2
enough of bards who	2
the chestnut horse will	2
at the head of	2
of the hunts of	2
scent of the myrrh	2
took it to the	2
the warrior of the	2
joy is swift and	2
a sister of the	2
angel that we know	2
which puts to shame	2
and the glugs said	2
my life in the	2
the wide world round	2
of youth are filled	2
uv argument to call	2
her on the lachlan	2
his way to town	2
spring song the world	2
drifts of driving sleet	2
the governor and all	2
of other days trooping	2
feet start the echoes	2
on the trail of	2
by with a cloud	2
flying glimpses of the	2
a dishonest or evil	2
the tomb the world	2
of leaf and bough	2
away and left me	2
was up the country	2
from narromine and made	2
by the far samoan	2
glen of a desolate	2
for his friends to	2
where the scorching north	2
would that i could	2
her banners in pride	2
that we know not	2
these and these have	2
for this is the	2
and bush reviewers while	2
the hut by the	2
his old clay pipe	2
had offices in sydney	2
spreading to the sun	2
above the ashes straight	2
and the wool went	2
is unknown to the	2
too knocked up to	2
at a little country	2
his chance they stood	2
mountain peak to guide	2
his beloved sleep the	2
till all learn to	2
distance where beauty is	2
as a swag or	2
moonlight so white and	2
hard at his heels	2
and men that weep	2
of the old time	2
the rafters of the	2
the solace in the	2
endeavour to immortalise in	2
there not one man	2
there came to sym	2
thy sleep shall be	2
to the spirit of	2
pass between the hills	2
in spite of all	2
as wild as the	2
with his travelling sheep	2
knew he was one	2
of the world for	2
and a shaking of	2
and the moan of	2
alice fane gunn stenhouse	2
but the whole world	2
chance they stood by	2
australian ways the london	2
his hand on the	2
like a man whose	2
stranger within his gates	2
shine like star by	2
it chanced one day	2
the brooding ghosts of	2
johnny boer men fight	2
the far samoan shore	2
stodge and all his	2
camped by the creek	2
of sorrow and sin	2
to deliver a speech	2
of australasia we boast	2
for you go like	2
prays for watty when	2
a tree and his	2
in at the fall	2
since the world begun	2
in the wild oak	2
long to feel the	2
the great market square	2
on death and grief	2
to show the road	2
the ashes straight and	2
talbragar when christmas eve	2
reviewers while you use	2
goes up and down	2
mate you almost heard	2
she sleeps like a	2
light on the sea	2
to the battle no	2
king splosh was a	2
till the childer come	2
tipped him with a	2
down with a broken	2
the eyes to see	2
i sat silent there	2
and is it for	2
mourn with me for	2
you been this week	2
with a crafty bait	2
but thy way hath	2
the green and the	2
who were willing to	2
yielding backward from your	2
pain sighs through thy	2
beloved sleep the long	2
a night like this	2
death and grief to	2
the lord of many	2
tracks of the wild	2
on the mooki river	2
but the glugs cried	2
diggings were just in	2
lies the great grey	2
and every cricket that	2
and this is the	2
of fellows in the	2
little mouth that used	2
is a worthy and	2
wargeilah town is very	2
melbourne cup was won	2
ghost down the street	2
a man is a	2
an angel that we	2
great grey plain out	2
there lies a land	2
across green miles of	2
that touched on death	2
in wind and rain	2
the gates of the	2
they held a polo	2
to greet the cattle	2
and see it through	2
in the arms of	2
it chanced upon the	2
on the south coast	2
like a wild thing	2
wallaroos grope through the	2
yoke of dependence aside	2
in a night like	2
sleeping soft and sleeping	2
grope through the tufts	2
the fierce old nations	2
pursing of lips and	2
the melbourne international exhibition	2
botany bay by captain	2
to go walking with	2
daughter i met her	2
french was through to	2
the wind is high	2
the stress of alien	2
the music of birds	2
the wonder of the	2
the mountain road goes	2
you ought to know	2
sense of pain sighs	2
i dread that street	2
the yelping of the	2
the men who tell	2
women and men who	2
at dawn of day	2
one day old trooper	2
the wood and the	2
i left the course	2
a little country town	2
man than you if	2
the sin which he	2
was true to my	2
polo meeting at a	2
stood by the door	2
no more will he	2
steeplechase the sheep were	2
other days trooping to	2
moss on a wall	2
like this we parted	2
said old rooster hall	2
in the wind and	2
they rode for a	2
in the market square	2
use your best endeavour	2
we front a feeble	2
and i helped the	2
handkerchiefs wave from the	2
through the tufts of	2
and sizes as the	2
it was pleasant up	2
farm the squatter saw	2
for he had the	2
and the son of	2
in days like these	2
of the native woods	2
and the dead leaves	2
and plain with the	2
a man a fool	2
of the foam and	2
nine and seventy years	2
we boast no more	2
to be beyond all	2
passes with its load	2
do you think they	2
the continuation is indented	2
i wondered wot was	2
ghosts of australian night	2
of flowers and fountains	2
the teams a cloud	2
on hills of wind	2
all shapes and sizes	2
dance and a dazzle	2
street as i was	2
to kimberley the boers	2
the sun on a	2
all the flags of	2
and the wave is	2
smith of battery a	2
have wept for the	2
are filled with flowers	2
that i clung to	2
like a stranger who	2
in a couple of	2
trace our names upon	2
flags of all the	2
the viewless blast flies	2
lot of fancy verses	2
scorching north wind blows	2
screams are heard in	2
uncle jim i got	2
and all day long	2
in the gusty old	2
the green of the	2
london lights are far	2
in the darkness of	2
i only know that	2
and i stand where	2
the trees in the	2
mountains and the roaring	2
a cry from the	2
and in the darkness	2
the best of the	2
leaf and the bird	2
road goes up and	2
when we turn to	2
which never grow again	2
i was up the	2
for i have gone	2
the gusty old weather	2
and so he did	2
one old post is	2
lord high swank still	2
and council and charity	2
the stubborn drill is	2
slakes and slays half	2
where nought but sea	2
did when the world	2
friends of his choice	2
no tear nor sound	2
memory of john fairfax	2
slays half the want	2
and the music of	2
the light on the	2
rode up to an	2
start to sling off	2
hard luck i left	2
to the soul of	2
the old year went	2
are open to sun	2
that our master should	2
is not a tale	2
they weep for the	2
trooping to and fro	2
the priests and the	2
them pass where the	2
i was drifting with	2
will battle no more	2
a pursing of lips	2
who will go to	2
looks from his halls	2
ballad of the drover	2
the sun went down	2
the wash of the	2
in memory of edward	2
so that he shall	2
man with a history	2
which he did ere	2
in the pause of	2
that i am back	2
should be a grave	2
the long day passes	2
where the old earth	2
the days have gone	2
the shadows so cool	2
my friend of the	2
the trees and the	2
the old fellow saved	2
to rot in a	2
was seized for debt	2
the streams of the	2
the road home to	2
night have gone from	2
half a man i	2
put in a song	2
a fire in the	2
when the mopoke calls	2
the whole of the	2
lot of fellows in	2
baked and cracked with	2
as the face of	2
the city of dreadful	2
for the most part	2
mariners weary and pale	2
the face of it	2
to punch with the	2
now the wind goes	2
flit before the gaze	2
the innocuous remnant of	2
though the devil may	2
do they do it	2
of the drover across	2
five year or more	2
i lets it go	2
voice is in the	2
the curlew song the	2
the bar three bushmen	2
it seems so long	2
said the maid of	2
a dance and a	2
to bring the cattle	2
shelter of freedom and	2
who wish that they	2
and cracked with drought	2
tops of the hills	2
of the railway line	2
though the face of	2
where our warriors lie	2
the grass is green	2
the few he could	2
left and to right	2
mountain road goes up	2
late for his friends	2
the stones of gosh	2
lord has sent a	2
all of them were	2
i hear that voice	2
the screams of the	2
at the call of	2
since then i met	2
has had enough of	2
of the body for	2
mountains above the ashes	2
world is narrow and	2
where the beat and	2
lives are dull and	2
with the brand of	2
the siren she sung	2
and turn and sleep	2
swallow when i was	2
the light of his	2
to upbraid with many	2
the great sir stodge	2
a sound of trumpet	2
rough and early days	2
like a blessed song	2
to the sound of	2
the man he might	2
the wool went down	2
a lot of fancy	2
than characters have been	2
last parade with never	2
here is a tale	2
the bush and town	2
the roaring days the	2
at the opening of	2
anxious to see a	2
to get the water	2
far back in the	2
song that once i	2
far in the days	2
i stand where the	2
as a matter of	2
the rafters are open	2
thy way hath the	2
me snouted jist a	2
i thought that perhaps	2
to see a fight	2
the vision of the	2
the tales of the	2
of the white south	2
if you fancy that	2
of evening sound of	2
the rapture from thy	2
silent as such men	2
so much uv dirt	2
where giant pines and	2
morning in the bush	2
a rose of the	2
old clay pipe stuck	2
across a beard of	2
to immortalise in verse	2
parade with never a	2
the diggings were just	2
put in the boot	2
denver died on talbragar	2
to the size of	2
bark shoots up in	2
scotch engineer with eyes	2
why art thou silent	2
be by mooni cool	2
as we cautiously creep	2
in the middle of	2
we find to our	2
he that is by	2
the edge of the	2
we tipped him with	2
in the stable what	2
when the children come	2
the children of men	2
on the ruins and	2
have made it a	2
it came to this	2
from mariners weary and	2
in their glory when	2
through the dark and	2
and she who missed	2
for many a year	2
there is no blossom	2
my love is a	2
flood this last five	2
me jack on that	2
had the loan of	2
the feet of men	2
the lord knows what	2
this is the story	2
is a good world	2
of calls and acclaim	2
the bad past down	2
a tale of love	2
wings of the tempest	2
writing for a paper	2
the glugs of gosh	2
baby buried by the	2
as the nations sat	2
the wail in the	2
got the shearing done	2
time all of us	2
of the days of	2
the news came down	2
the manner of utterance	2
to flatter or fawn	2
the swanks of gosh	2
ogs went home with	2
it cannot last for	2
a swag or other	2
i met jack ellis	2
squatter saw his pastures	2
fight for it side	2
and it may be	2
our very best game	2
this fair young land	2
caught the cycling craze	2
the london lights are	2
you cannot travel aft	2
red dog with the	2
which brings immortal dreams	2
turn and hide in	2
we have heard the	2
the ring and the	2
their swags out back	2
the place of the	2
the world grows wide	2
hide in the dark	2
when i was up	2
for the sorrows of	2
of us play our	2
of dust on the	2
with old rooster hall	2
shapes and sizes as	2
in a dance and	2
the surges and the	2
sir stodge and his	2