| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | 'GS' or the Fourth Cook | He has notions of Australia from the tales that he’s been told, | | 30 | 769 |
| 2: | 1891 | Now, Yankee inventors can beat a retreat, | Kangaroo Power | 30 | 1075 |
| 3: | 39 | I only woke this morning | | 48 | 2625 |
| 4: | A Backward Glance | It is well when you’ve lived in clover, | 1897 | 8 | 1829 |
| 5: | A Bush Girl | She's milking in the rain and dark, | | 48 | 978 |
| 6: | A Dan Yell | I wish I’d never gone to board | | 48 | 2314 |
| 7: | A Derry On A Cove | Twas in the felon’s dock he stood, his eyes were black and blue; | | 16 | 778 |
| 8: | A Fantasy Of War | Oh, tell me, God of Battles! Oh, say what is to come! | | 102 | 758 |
| 9: | A Little Mistake | Tis a yarn I heard of a new-chum ‘trap’ | | 52 | 853 |
| 10: | A Mate Can Do No Wrong | We learnt the creed at Hungerford, | | 24 | 901 |
| 11: | A May Night On The Mountains | Tis a wonderful time when these hours begin, | | 32 | 758 |
| 12: | A Mixed Battle Song | Lo! the Boar’s tail is salted, and the Kangaroo’s exalted, | | 33 | 785 |
| 13: | A New John Bull | A tall, slight, English gentleman, | | 48 | 800 |
| 14: | A Prouder Man Than You | If you fancy that your people came of better stock than mine, | | 20 | 786 |
| 15: | A Slight Misunderstanding At The Jasper Gate | Oh, do you hear the argument, far up above the skies? | | 40 | 1140 |
| 16: | A Song For The Sydney Poor or, The Australian Marseillaise | Sing the strong, proud song of Labour, | | 60 | 695 |
| 17: | A Song Of Brave Men | Man, is the Sea your master? Sea, and is man your slave?, | | 60 | 1175 |
| 18: | A Song Of Brave Men | Man, is the Sea your master? Sea, and is man your slave?, | | 60 | 784 |
| 19: | A Song Of The Republic | Sons of the South, awake! arise! | | 24 | 1136 |
| 20: | A Song Of The Republic | Sons of the South, awake! arise! | 1887 | 24 | 724 |
| 21: | A Study In The 'Nood' | He was bare we don’t want to be rude | | 39 | 1117 |
| 22: | A Voice From The City | On western plain and eastern hill | | 64 | 1185 |
| 23: | A Word From The Bards | It is New Year’s Day and I rise to state that here on the Sydney side | | 30 | 2124 |
| 24: | A Word To Texas Jack | Texas Jack, you are amusin’. By Lord Harry, how I laughed | | 64 | 1096 |
| 25: | Above Crow’s Nest - Sydney | A blanket low and leaden, | | 64 | 2235 |
| 26: | Above Eurunderee | There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not, | | 30 | 1143 |
| 27: | Above Lavender Bay | Tis glorious morning everywhere | | 48 | 1127 |
| 28: | After All | The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town; | | | 1186 |
| 29: | An Interlude Of Peace - The Fairy West | We wrote and sang of a bush we never | | 114 | 1192 |
| 30: | An Interlude of Peace. The Fairy West | We wrote and sang of a bush we never | | 68 | 713 |
| 31: | And The Bairns Will Come | So you’ve seen at last what we have seen so long through scalding tears: | | 24 | 1056 |
| 32: | And What Have You To Say | I mind the days when ladies fair | | 44 | 2244 |
| 33: | Andy's Gone With Cattle | Our Andy's gone to battle now | | 32 | 1123 |
| 34: | Andy's Return | With pannikins all rusty, | | 40 | 1052 |
| 35: | Antony Villa | Over there, above the jetty, stands the mansion of the Vardens, | | 68 | 1052 |
| 36: | As far As Your Rifles Cover | Do you think, you slaves of a thousand years to poverty, wealth and pride, | | 8 | 1111 |
| 37: | As Good As New | Oh, this is a song of the old lights, that came to my heart like a hymn; | | 20 | 1062 |
| 38: | As Ireland Wore The Green | By right of birth in southern land I send my warning forth. | | 72 | 731 |
| 39: | As It Was In The Beginning | As it was in the beginning, so we’ll find it in the end, | | 16 | 1012 |
| 40: | At The Beating Of A Drum | Fear ye not the stormy future, for the Battle Hymn is strong, | | 12 | 1003 |
| 41: | At The Tug-0-War | Twas in a tug-of-war where I, the guvnor’s hope and pride, | | 24 | 962 |
| 42: | Australia's Peril (The Warning) | We must suffer, husband and father, we must suffer, daughter and son, | | 28 | 1053 |
| 43: | Australian Bards And Bush Reviewers | While you use your best endeavour to immortalise in verse | | 16 | 935 |
| 44: | Australian Engineers | Ah, well! but the case seems hopeless, and the pen might write in vain; | | 32 | 924 |
| 45: | Ballad Of The Drover | Across the stony ridges, | | 88 | 1060 |
| 46: | Barta | Wide solemn eyes that question me, | | 32 | 934 |
| 47: | Beaten Back | Beaten back in sad dejection, | 1888 | 28 | 722 |
| 48: | Before We Were Married | Blacksoil plains were grey soil, grey soil in the drought. | | 16 | 2558 |
| 49: | Ben Boyd's Tower | Ben Boyd's Tower is watching, | | 40 | 963 |
| 50: | Ben Duggan | Jack Denver died on Talbragar when Christmas Eve began, | | 60 | 884 |
| 51: | Bill And Jim Fall Out | Bill and Jim are mates no longer, they would scorn the name of mate, | | 36 | 991 |
| 52: | Billy Of Queensland | Queensland,” he heads his letters, that’s all: | | 32 | 962 |
| 53: | Billys 'Square Affair' | Long Bill, the captain of the push, was tired of his estate, | | 44 | 935 |
| 54: | Black Bonnet | A day of seeming innocence, | | 104 | 920 |
| 55: | Bobbie’s Statue | Grown tired of mourning for my sins, | 1905 | 56 | 719 |
| 56: | Bonnie New South Wales | It surely cannot be too soon, and never is too late, | | 16 | 691 |
| 57: | Booth's Drum | They were “ratty” they were hooted by the meanest and the least, | | 72 | 873 |
| 58: | Borderland | I am back from up the country, very sorry that I went, | 1892 | 54 | 1511 |
| 59: | Bound For The Lord-Knows-Where | Where are you going with your horse and bike, | | 70 | 2151 |
| 60: | Bourke | I’ve followed all my tracks and ways,from old bark school to Leicester Square, | | 56 | 722 |
| 61: | Break O’ Day | You love me, you say, and I think you do, | | 40 | 778 |
| 62: | Brighten’s Sister-In-Law or, The Carrier’s Story | At a point where the old road crosses | 1889 | 200 | 691 |
| 63: | Broken Axletree | On the Track of Grand Endeavour, on the long track out to Bourke, | | 16 | 683 |
| 64: | Brother, You’ll Take My Hand | Not to the sober and staid, | 1903 | 60 | 741 |
| 65: | Bush Hay | The stamp of Scotland is on his face, | | 32 | 1996 |
| 66: | But What's The Use | But what’s the use of writing ‘bush’, | | 48 | 762 |
| 67: | By Hut, Homestead And Shearing Shed, | By hut, homestead and shearing shed, | | 40 | 736 |
| 68: | Cameron's Heart | The diggings were just in their glory when Alister Cameron came, | | 42 | 747 |
| 69: | Captain Von Esson Of The “Sebastopol” | Of his beauty, or stature, or colour of hair I hadn’t the slightest hint, | | 52 | 682 |
| 70: | Cherry-Tree Inn | The rafters are open to sun, moon, and star, | | 36 | 726 |
| 71: | Cinderella | A lonely child, with toil o’ertaxed, | 1889 | 32 | 766 |
| 72: | Clinging Back | When you see a man come walking down through George Street loose and free, | | 42 | 753 |
| 73: | Constable M‘Carty’s Investigations | Most unpleasantly adjacent to the haunts of lower orders | | 104 | 676 |
| 74: | Coomera | There's a pretty little story with a touch of moonlit glory | 1891 | 20 | 723 |
| 75: | Corny Bill | His old clay pipe stuck in his mouth, | | 64 | 682 |
| 76: | Cromwell | They took dead Cromwell from his grave, | | 88 | 725 |
| 77: | Cypher Seven "07" | The nearer camp fires lighted, | | 88 | 2103 |
| 78: | Dan Wasn’t Thrown From His Horse | They say he was thrown and run over, | 1891 | 24 | 748 |
| 79: | Dan, The Wreck | Tall, and stout, and solid-looking, | | 97 | 785 |
| 80: | Dawgs Of War | Comes the British bulldog first, solid as a log, | | 68 | 754 |
| 81: | Days When We Went Swimming | The breezes waved the silver grass, | | 40 | 769 |
| 82: | Divorced | Two couples are drifting the self-same way | | 32 | 1353 |
| 83: | Do You Think That I Do Not Know? | They say that I never have written of love, | | 56 | 747 |
| 84: | Down The River | I’ve done with joys an’ misery, | | 40 | 755 |
| 85: | Eureka | Roll up, Eureka's heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar, | | 75 | 703 |
| 86: | Eurunderee | There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not, | | 30 | 668 |
| 87: | Every Man Should Have A Rifle | So I sit and write and ponder, while the house is deaf and dumb, | | 12 | 773 |
| 88: | Everyone's Friend | Nobody's enemy save his own”, | | 12 | 710 |
| 89: | Faces In The Street | They lie, the men who tell us in a loud decisive tone | | 91 | 954 |
| 90: | Fall In, My Men, Fall In | The short hour's halt is ended, | | 40 | 707 |
| 91: | Fighting Hard | Rolling out to fight for England, singing songs across the sea; | | 31 | 713 |
| 92: | Flag Of The Southern Cross | Sons of Australia, be loyal and true to her, | | 56 | 707 |
| 93: | For All the Land to See (A Song Of The Tools) | The cross-cut and the crowbar cross, and hang them on the wall, | | 18 | 1381 |
| 94: | For Australia | Now, with the wars of the world begun, they'll listen to you and me, | | 30 | 722 |
| 95: | For He Was A Jolly Good Fellow | They cheered him from the wharf, it was a glorious day: | | 30 | 1488 |
| 96: | For'ard | It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, | | 87 | 700 |
| 97: | Foreign Lands | You may roam the wide seas over, follow, meet, and cross the sun, | | 43 | 699 |
| 98: | Freedom On The Wallaby | Australia's a big country | | 40 | 670 |
| 99: | Freedom on the Wallaby | Our fathers toiled for bitter bread | 1891 | 24 | 690 |
| 100: | From The Bush | The Channel fog has lifted, | | 40 | 707 |
| 101: | From The Lanes Of ‘Loo Or, The Cab Lamps | The crescent moon and clock tower are fair above the wall | | 28 | 1018 |
| 102: | Genoa | A long farewell to Genoa | | 40 | 754 |
| 103: | Gipsy Too | If they missed my face in Farmers’ Arms | | 40 | 671 |
| 104: | Give Yourself A Show (New Years Eve) | To my fellow sinners all, who, in hope and doubt, | | 24 | 1399 |
| 105: | Golden Gully | No one lives in Golden Gully, for its golden days are o’er, | | 42 | 713 |
| 106: | Grace Jennings Carmicheal | I hate the pen, the foolscap fair, | | 32 | 693 |
| 107: | Grey Wolves Grey | The Russian march is soft and slow, | | 38 | 687 |
| 108: | Hannah Thomburn | They lifted her out of a story | | 104 | 2208 |
| 109: | He Had So Much Work To Do | Tell a simple little story of a settler in the West, | | 40 | 718 |
| 110: | He Mourned His Master | The theme is ancient as the hills, | 1890 | 156 | 673 |
| 111: | Heed Not! | Heed not the cock-sure tourist, | | 32 | 670 |
| 112: | Here Died | There's many a schoolboy's bat and ball that are gathering dust at home, | | 60 | 690 |
| 113: | Here's Luck | Old Time is tramping close to-day, you hear his bluchers fall, | | 32 | 2373 |
| 114: | He’s Gone To England For A Wife | He's gone to England for a wife | 1889 | 24 | 717 |
| 115: | How The Land Was Won | The future was dark and the past was dead | | 64 | 2098 |
| 116: | Hymn Of The Reformers | By the bodies and minds and souls that rot in a common sty | 1887 | 24 | 694 |
| 117: | I'd Back Agen The World | She's not like an empress, | | 60 | 2126 |
| 118: | I'll Tell You What You Wanderers | I'll tell you what you wanderers, who drift from town to town; | | 8 | 1464 |
| 119: | In Answer To "Banjo," And Otherwise. (The City Bushman) | It was pleasant up the country, Mr. Banjo, where you went, | 1892 | 112 | 985 |
| 120: | In Possum Land | In Possum Land the nights are fair, | | 8 | 2536 |
| 121: | In The Day's When We Are Dead | Listen! The end draws nearer, | | 36 | 2615 |
| 122: | In The Days When The World Was Wide | The world is narrow and ways are short, and our lives are dull and slow | | 56 | 1347 |
| 123: | In The Height Of Fashion | So at last a toll they’ll levy | | | 1400 |
| 124: | In The Storm That Is To Come | By our place in the midst of the furthest seas we were fated to stand alone, | | 32 | 2329 |
| 125: | In The Street | Where the needle-woman toils | | 30 | 2176 |
| 126: | Interlude - A Dirge Of Joy | Oh! this is a joyful dirge, my friends, and this is a hymn of praise; | | 22 | 1316 |
| 127: | Interlude - Callaghan's Hotel | There's the same old coaching stable that was used by Cobb and Co | | 20 | 1386 |
| 128: | Interlude - Next Door | Whenever I’m moving my furniture in | | 27 | 1333 |
| 129: | Interlude. A Dirge of Joy | Oh! this is a joyful dirge, my friends, and this is a hymn of praise; | | 22 | 675 |
| 130: | Interlude. Callaghan’s Hotel | There's the same old coaching stable that was used by Cobb and Co., | | 20 | 618 |
| 131: | Interlude. Next Door | Whenever I’m moving my furniture in | | 27 | 786 |
| 132: | Ireland Shall Rebel | While tyrants rule the land, | 1890 | 30 | 743 |
| 133: | I’m An Older Man Than You | When you’ve managed with the tailor for a rig-out of a sort | | 24 | 1363 |
| 134: | Jack Cornstalk | I met with Jack Cornstalk in London to-day, | | 24 | 2111 |
| 135: | Jack Dunn Of Nevertire | It chanced upon the very day we'd got the shearing done, | | 72 | 1365 |
| 136: | Jack Robertson | How oft in public meetings past, | 1891 | 16 | 684 |
| 137: | John Cornstalk | John Cornstalk lives in the Southern Land, | 1890 | 32 | 1101 |
| 138: | Johnson’s Wonder | I’d been right round by overlands to see the world and life, | | 48 | 1235 |
| 139: | Joseph’s Dreams And Reuben’s Brethren (A Recital In Six Chapters) | I cannot blame old Israel yet, | 1905 | 976 | 897 |
| 140: | Keeping His First Wife Now | It's oh! for a rivet in marriage bonds, | | 56 | 1071 |
| 141: | Knocked Up | I'm lyin' on the barren ground that's baked and cracked with drought, | | 32 | 2353 |
| 142: | Knockin' Around | Weary old wife, with the bucket and cow, | | 26 | 1302 |
| 143: | Lachlan Side | Region of damper and junk and tea, | 1888 | 38 | 889 |
| 144: | Lake Eliza | The sand was heavy on our feet, | | 32 | 889 |
| 145: | Laughing And Sneering | What though the world does me ill turns | 1889 | 8 | 846 |
| 146: | Let’s Be Fools To-Night or, The Three Partners | We, three men of commerce, | 1888 | 48 | 817 |
| 147: | Lily | I scorn the man, a fool at most, | 1890 | 216 | 798 |
| 148: | MaCleay Street And Red Rock Lane | MaCleay Street looks to Mosman, | | 72 | 1092 |
| 149: | Marshall's Mate | You almost heard the surface bake, and saw the gum-leaves turn, | | 70 | 1434 |
| 150: | Mary Called Him 'Mister' | They'd parted but a year before, she never thought he’d come, | | 24 | 1311 |
| 151: | Mary Lemaine | Jim Duff was a ‘native,’as wild as could be; | | 42 | 1343 |
| 152: | Middleton's Rouseabout | Tall and freckled and sandy, | | 28 | 1265 |
| 153: | Mostly Slavonic | It was Peter the Barbarian put an apron in his bag | | 253 | 1047 |
| 154: | Mount Bukaroo | Only one old post is standing, | | 56 | 1122 |
| 155: | My Army, O, My Army! | My Army, O, my army! The time I dreamed of comes! | | 35 | 1061 |
| 156: | My Father-In-Law And I | My father-in-law is a careworn man, | | 24 | 1076 |
| 157: | My Land And I | They have eaten their fill at your tables spread, | | 48 | 1044 |
| 158: | My Literary Friend | Once I wrote a little poem which I thought was very fine, | | 20 | 1041 |
| 159: | My Wife’s Second Husband | The world goes round, old fellow, | | 48 | 1079 |
| 160: | Nemesis | It is night-time when the saddest and the darkest memories haunt, | 1904 | 48 | 835 |
| 161: | Never, Never Land | By hut, homestead and shearing shed, | | 40 | 1118 |
| 162: | New Life, New Love | The breezes blow on the river below, | | 24 | 1054 |
| 163: | Nineteen Nine | There's a light out there in the nearer east | | 20 | 1057 |
| 164: | O Cupid, Cupid; Get Your Bow! | Arming down along the stream, | 1889 | 20 | 777 |
| 165: | O'Hara, J.P. | James Patrick O'Hara the Justice of Peace, | | 73 | 1077 |
| 166: | Old North Sydney | They're shifting old North Sydney, | 1904 | 32 | 727 |
| 167: | Old Stone Chimney | The rising moon on the peaks was blending | | 88 | 1005 |
| 168: | Old Tunes | When friends are listening round me, Jack, to hear my dying breath, | 1897 | 12 | 689 |
| 169: | On The March | So the time seems come at last, | | 42 | 615 |
| 170: | On The Night Train | Have you seen the bush by moonlight, from the train, go running by? | | 15 | 695 |
| 171: | On The Summit Of Mount Clarence | On the summit of Mount Clarence rotting slowly in the air | 1890 | 18 | 690 |
| 172: | On The Wallaby | Now the tent poles are rotting, the camp fires are dead, | | 36 | 718 |
| 173: | One Hundred And Three | With the frame of a man, and the face of a boy, and a manner strangely wild, | | 124 | 672 |
| 174: | One-Man-One-Vote | ONE-MAN-ONE-VOTE!” You hear the people shouting. | 1891 | 20 | 690 |
| 175: | Only A Sod | It's only a sod, but ’twill break me ould heart | 1887 | 20 | 624 |
| 176: | Our Mistress And Our Queen | We set no right above hers, | | 169 | 1011 |
| 177: | Out On The Roofs Of Hell | Sing us a song in this cynical age, | 1898 | 40 | 672 |
| 178: | Outback | The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought, | | 40 | 642 |
| 179: | Outside | I want to be lighting my pipe on deck, | | 16 | 665 |
| 180: | Over The Ranges And Into The West | Let others sing praise of their sea-girted isles, | 1890 | 16 | 637 |
| 181: | Past Carin' | Now up and down the siding brown | | 60 | 627 |
| 182: | Peddling Round The World | When at first in foreign parts | | 96 | 644 |
| 183: | Peter Anderson And Co. | He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, | | 129 | 602 |
| 184: | Pigeon Toes | A dusty clearing in the scrubs | | 100 | 631 |
| 185: | Possum - A Lay Of Newchumland | So yer trav’lin’ for yer pleasure while yer writin’ for the press? | 1890 | 105 | 608 |
| 186: | Poverty | I hate this grinding poverty, | 1897 | 16 | 683 |
| 187: | Queen Hilda Of Virland | Queen Hilda rode along the lines, | | 159 | 701 |
| 188: | Rain In The Mountains | The Valley's full of misty cloud, | | 16 | 801 |
| 189: | Reedy River | Ten miles down Reedy River | | 64 | 650 |
| 190: | Rejected | She says she’s very sorry, as she sees you to the gate; | | 44 | 668 |
| 191: | Republican Pioneers | We're marching along, we're gath'ring strong' | | 27 | 669 |
| 192: | Riding Round The Lines | Dust and smoke against the sunrise out where grim disaster lurks | | 48 | 655 |
| 193: | Rise Ye! Rise Ye! | Rise Ye! rise ye! noble toilers! claim your rights with fire and steel! | | 28 | 642 |
| 194: | Robbie's Statue | Grown tired of mourning for my sins, | | 56 | 691 |
| 195: | Ruth | All is well, in a prison, to-night, and the warders are crying ‘All’s Well!’ | | 244 | 702 |
| 196: | Sacred To The Memory Of “Unknown” | Oh, the wild black swans fly westward still, | | 30 | 2189 |
| 197: | Said Grenfell To My Spirit | Said Grenfell to my spirit, "You’ve been writing very free | | 12 | 2372 |
| 198: | Said The Kaiser To The Spy | Now tell me what can England do?” | | 56 | 2176 |
| 199: | Saint Peter | Now, I think there is a likeness 'twixt St Peter's life and mine | | 20 | 2240 |
| 200: | Say Goodbye When Your Chum Is Married | Now this is a rhyme that might well be carried | | 16 | 2139 |
| 201: | Scots Of The Riverina | The boy cleared out to the city from his home at harvest time, | | 20 | 2120 |
| 202: | Seaweed, Tussock And Fern | Emblems of storm and danger, | | 12 | 1331 |
| 203: | Second Class Wait Here | At suburban railway stations, you may see them as you pass, | | 31 | 2218 |
| 204: | Send Round The Hat | Now this is the creed from the Book of the Bush, | | 4 | 1323 |
| 205: | Sez You | When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, | | 37 | 1354 |
| 206: | Shadows Before | Like clouds o'er the South are the nations who reign | | | 1313 |
| 207: | Shearers | No church-bell rings them from the Track, | | 40 | 1306 |
| 208: | Sheoaks That Sigh When The Wind Is Still | Why are the sheoaks forever sighing? | | 22 | 1290 |
| 209: | Since The Cities Are The Cities | Fools can parrot-cry the prophet when the proof is close at hand, | | 44 | 1059 |
| 210: | Since Then | I met Jack Ellis in town to-day, | | 80 | 1289 |
| 211: | Skaal | While they struggle on exhausted, | | 64 | 1291 |
| 212: | Skeleton Flat | Here's never a bough to be tossed in the breeze, | 1890 | 32 | 729 |
| 213: | Somewhere Up In Queensland | He's somewhere up in Queensland, | | 48 | 1310 |
| 214: | Song Of The Dardanelles | The Wireless tells and the cable tells | | 49 | 1307 |
| 215: | Song Of The Dardanelles | The wireless tells and the cable tells | | 49 | 671 |
| 216: | Song Of The Old Bullock-Driver | Far back in the days when the blacks used to ramble | | 56 | 1432 |
| 217: | Song Of The Old Bullock-Driver | Far back in the days when the blacks used to ramble | | 56 | 633 |
| 218: | Stand by the Engines | On the moonlighted decks there are children at play, | 1890 | 24 | 622 |
| 219: | Success | Did you see that man riding past, | | 24 | 1280 |
| 220: | Sweeney | It was somewhere in September, and the sun was going down, | | 68 | 1291 |
| 221: | Sweethearts Wait On Every Shore | She sits beside the tinted tide, | 1890 | 8 | 722 |
| 222: | Sydney Town In ’91 | Let us sing a song as not a | 1891 | 104 | 642 |
| 223: | Sydney-Side | Where's the steward?, Bar-room steward? Berth? Oh, any berth will do, | | 32 | 1054 |
| 224: | Take It Fightin’ | When you’ve got no chance at all, | | 20 | 1027 |
| 225: | Taking His Chance | They stood by the door of the Inn on the Rise; | | 42 | 1144 |
| 226: | Tambaroora Jim | He never drew a sword to fight a dozen foes alone, | | 54 | 1126 |
| 227: | That Great Waiting Silence | Where shall we go for prophecy? Where shall we go for proof? | | 28 | 935 |
| 228: | That There Dog O' Mine | Macquarie the shearer had met with an accident. | | 15 | 1080 |
| 229: | The 'Soldier Birds' | I mind the river from Mount Frome | | 104 | 1091 |
| 230: | The Afterglow | Oh, for the fire that used to glow | | 64 | 1038 |
| 231: | The Alleys | I was welcome in a palace when the ball was at my feet, | | 70 | 1075 |
| 232: | The Army Of The Rear | I listened through the music and the sounds of revelry, | | 56 | 1269 |
| 233: | The Australian Marseillaise or, A Song For The Sydney Poor | Sing the strong, proud song of Labour, | | 60 | 691 |
| 234: | The Author's Farewell To The Bushmen | Some carry their swags in the Great North-West, | | 24 | 1021 |
| 235: | The Babies Of Walloon | He was lengthsman on the railway, and his station scarce deserved | | 20 | 771 |
| 236: | The Ballad Of Mabel Clare | Ye children of the Land of Gold, | | 136 | 1020 |
| 237: | The Ballad Of The Drover | Across the stony ridges, | 1889 | 88 | 710 |
| 238: | The Ballad Of The Elder Son | A son of elder sons I am, | | 200 | 1056 |
| 239: | The Ballad Of The Rousabout | A Rouseabout of rouseabouts, from any land, or none, | | 56 | 998 |
| 240: | The Bard Of Furthest Out | He longed to be a Back-Blocks Bard, | | 80 | 1019 |
| 241: | The Bards Who Lived At Manly | The camp of high-class spielers, | | 152 | 930 |
| 242: | The Battling Days | So, sit you down in a straight-backed chair, with your pipe and your wife content, | | 24 | 950 |
| 243: | The Beauty And The Dude | A fresh sweet-scented beauty | 1891 | 16 | 681 |
| 244: | The Bill Of The Ages | He shall live to the end of this mad old world, he has lived since the world began, | | 36 | 990 |
| 245: | The Black Bordered Letter | An’ SO ’e’s dead in London, | | 52 | 975 |
| 246: | The Black Tracker or, Why He Lost The Track | There was a tracker in the force | 1890 | 28 | 614 |
| 247: | The Blue Mountains | Above the ashes straight and tall, | | 28 | 1000 |
| 248: | The Bonny Port Of Sydney | The lovely Port of Sydney | | 24 | 988 |
| 249: | The Boss Over The Board | When he’s over a rough and unpopular shed, | | 63 | 1003 |
| 250: | The Boss's Boots | The Shearers squint along the pens, they squint along the ‘shoots;’ | | 60 | 956 |
| 251: | The Brass Well | Tis a legend of the bushmen from the days of Cunningham, | | 24 | 978 |
| 252: | The Briny Grave | You wonder why so many would be buried in the sea, | | 44 | 852 |
| 253: | The Bulletin Hotel | I was drifting in the drizzle past the Cecil in the Strand, | | 32 | 838 |
| 254: | The Bursting Of The Boom | The shipping-office clerks are ‘short,’ the manager is gruff, | | 58 | 852 |
| 255: | The Bush Beyond The Range | From Crow’s Nest here by Sydney town | | 56 | 973 |
| 256: | The Bush Fire | Ah, better the thud of the deadly gun, and the crash of the bursting shell, | | 48 | 887 |
| 257: | The Bush Girl | So you rode from the range where your brothers “select,” | | 32 | 939 |
| 258: | The Cab Lamps Or, From The Lanes Of ‘Loo | The crescent moon and clock tower are fair above the wall | | 28 | 1143 |
| 259: | The Cambaroora Star | So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new | | 130 | 806 |
| 260: | The Captain Of The Push | As the night was falling slowly down on city, town and bush, | | 72 | 817 |
| 261: | The Captains | The Captains sailed from all the World, from all the world and Spain; | | 58 | 909 |
| 262: | The Carrier’s Story or, Brighten’s Sister-In-Law | At a point where the old road crosses | 1889 | 200 | 574 |
| 263: | The Cattle-Dog's Death | The Plains lay bare on the homeward route, | | 36 | 843 |
| 264: | The Christ Of The 'Never' | With eyes that are narrowed to pierce | | 36 | 883 |
| 265: | The City Bushman | It was pleasant up the country, Mr. Banjo, where you went, | | 122 | 799 |
| 266: | The Cliffs | They sing of the grandeur of cliffs inland, | | 28 | 813 |
| 267: | The Cockney Soul | From Woolwich and Brentford and Stamford Hill, from Richmond into the Strand, | | 28 | 775 |
| 268: | The Cross Roads | Once more I write a line to you, | | 32 | 788 |
| 269: | The Crucifixion | They sunk a post into the ground | | 91 | 869 |
| 270: | The Day Before I Die | There's such a lot of work to do, for such a troubled head! | | 12 | 1017 |
| 271: | The Days When We went Swimming | The breezes waved the silver grass, | | 40 | 623 |
| 272: | The Distant Drum | Republicans! the time is coming! | 1887 | 24 | 607 |
| 273: | The Dons Of Spain | The Eagle screams at the beck of trade, so Spain, as the world goes round, | | 24 | 676 |
| 274: | The Drover's Sweetheart | An hour before the sun goes down | | 64 | 705 |
| 275: | The Drovers | Shrivelled leather, rusty buckles, and the rot is in our knuckles, | | 30 | 689 |
| 276: | The Drums Of Battersea | They can’t hear in West o’ London, where the worst dine with the best, | | 42 | 674 |
| 277: | The Drums Of Battersea | They can’t hear in West o’ London, where the worst dine with the best, | | 42 | 565 |
| 278: | The Drunkard's Vision | A public parlour in the slums, | | 40 | 725 |
| 279: | The Empty Glass | There are three lank bards in a borrowed room, | | 56 | 988 |
| 280: | The Federal City | Oh! the folly, the waste, and the pity! Oh, the time that is flung behind! | | 24 | 1016 |
| 281: | The Fight At Eureka Stockade | Was I at Eureka?" His figure was drawn to a youthful height, | | 76 | 626 |
| 282: | The Fire At Ross's Farm | The squatter saw his pastures wide | | 120 | 627 |
| 283: | The Firing-Line | They are creeping on through the cornfields yet, and they clamber amongst the rocks, | | 24 | 653 |
| 284: | The Flour Bin | By Lawson's Hill, near Mudgee, | | 48 | 665 |
| 285: | The Foreign Drunk | When you get tight in foreign lands | | 40 | 629 |
| 286: | The Free Selector's Daughter | I met her on the Lachlan Side, | | 32 | 665 |
| 287: | The Friends Of The Fallen fortunes | The battlefield behind us, | | 88 | 653 |
| 288: | The Gathering Of The Brown-Eyed | The brown eyes came from Asia, where all mystery is true, | | 36 | 998 |
| 289: | The Gentlemen Of Dickens | The gentlemen of Dickens | 1909 | 48 | 654 |
| 290: | The Ghost | Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide, | | 48 | 685 |
| 291: | The Ghost At The Second Bridge | You'd call the man a senseless fool, | | 128 | 683 |
| 292: | The Glass On The Bar | Three bushmen one morning rode up to an inn, | | 30 | 674 |
| 293: | The God-Forgotten Election | PAT M‘DURMER brought the tidings to the town of God-Forgotten : | | 64 | 633 |
| 294: | The Good Old Concertina | Twas merry when the hut was full | 1891 | 24 | 572 |
| 295: | The Good Samaritan | He comes from out the ages dim, | | 136 | 656 |
| 296: | The Great Grey Plain | Out West, where the stars are brightest, | | 64 | 644 |
| 297: | The Green-Hand Rouseabout | Call this hot? I beg your pardon. Hot!, you don’t know what it means. | | 44 | 631 |
| 298: | The Grog-an'Grumble Steeplechase | Twixt the coastline and the border lay the town of Grog-an'-Grumble | | 48 | 678 |
| 299: | The Heart Of Australia | When the wars of the world seemed ended, and silent the distant drum, | | 40 | 660 |
| 300: | The Heart Of The Swag | Oh, the track through the scrub groweth ever more dreary, | | 24 | 589 |
| 301: | The Horse And Cart Ferry | It was old Jerry Brown, | | 79 | 645 |
| 302: | The Hymn Of The Socialists | By the bodies and minds and souls that rot in a common stye | | 24 | 640 |
| 303: | The Imported Servant | The Blue Sky arches o’er mountain and valley, | | 24 | 626 |
| 304: | The Iron Wedding Rings | In these days of peace and money, free to all the Commonweal, | | 48 | 1001 |
| 305: | The Jolly Dead March | If I ever be worthy or famous, | | 75 | 945 |
| 306: | The King | Among the sons of Englishmen | | 24 | 1038 |
| 307: | The King And Queen And I | Oh, Scotty, have you visited the Picture Gallery, | | 24 | 972 |
| 308: | The King Of Our Republic | He is coming! He is coming! without heralds, without cheers. | | 20 | 961 |
| 309: | The Labour Agitator | Let the liar call me liar, | 1891 | 64 | 794 |
| 310: | The Lady Of The Motor Car | The Lady of the Motor-car she stareth straight ahead; | | 28 | 1011 |
| 311: | The Last Review | Turn the light down, nurse, and leave me, while I hold my last review, | | 80 | 975 |
| 312: | The Leader And The Bad Girl | Because he had sinned and suffered, because he loved the land, | 1903 | 48 | 841 |
| 313: | The League Of Nations | Light on the towns and cities, and peace for evermore! | | 42 | 964 |
| 314: | The Legend Of Cooee Gully | The night came down thro’ Deadman’s Gap, | | 68 | 1008 |
| 315: | The Legend Of Mammon Castle | In the days that will be olden after many years are gone, | 1889 | 24 | 793 |
| 316: | The Light On The Wreck | Out there by the rocks, at the end of the bank, | | 24 | 852 |
| 317: | The Lights Of Cobb & Co | Fire lighted; on the table a meal for sleepy men; | | 48 | 816 |
| 318: | The Lily And The Bee | I Looked upon the lilies | | 24 | 785 |
| 319: | The Lily Of St Leonards | Tis sunrise over Watson, | | 36 | 1017 |
| 320: | The Little Czar | Oh, Great White Czar of Russia, who hid your face and ran, | | 24 | 785 |
| 321: | The Little Native Rose | There is a lasting little flower, | | 12 | 1047 |
| 322: | The Little Slit In The Tail | I’m glad that the Bushmen can’t see me now | 1909 | 20 | 824 |
| 323: | The Loveable Characters | I long for the streets but the Lord knoweth best, | | 32 | 808 |
| 324: | The Man From Waterloo | It was the Man from Waterloo, | | 72 | 770 |
| 325: | The Man Who Raised Charlestown | They were hanging men in Buckland who would not cheer King George, | | 80 | 836 |
| 326: | The March Of Ivan | Are you coming, Ivan, coming?, Ah, the ways are long and slow, | | 68 | 805 |
| 327: | The Memories They Bring | I would never waste the hours | | 32 | 857 |
| 328: | The Men We Might Have Been | When God's wrath-cloud is o'er me, | | 32 | 840 |
| 329: | The Men Who Come Behind | There's a class of men (and women) who are always on their guard, | | 32 | 813 |
| 330: | The Men Who Live It Down | I have sinned, like others, blindly, without thought and without fear, | | 24 | 775 |
| 331: | The Men Who Made Australia | There'll be royal times in Sydney for the Cuff and Collar Push, | | 80 | 789 |
| 332: | The Men Who Made Bad Matches | Tis the song of many husbands, and you all must understand | | 40 | 598 |
| 333: | The Men Who Sleep With Danger | The men who camp with Danger | | 88 | 687 |
| 334: | The Men Who Stuck To Me | They were men of many nations, they were men of many stations, | | 20 | 625 |
| 335: | The Motor Car | The motor car is sullen, like a thing that should not be; | | 48 | 836 |
| 336: | The Mountain Splitter | He works in the glen where the waratah grows, | 1889 | 36 | 831 |
| 337: | The Muscovy Duck | The rooster is a brainless dude, although he sports a crest | | 24 | 935 |
| 338: | The Never-Never Country | By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, | | 80 | 610 |
| 339: | The New Chum Jackeroo | Let bushmen think as bushmen will, | | 44 | 749 |
| 340: | The Old Bark School | It was built of bark and poles, and the floor was full of holes | | 44 | 643 |
| 341: | The Old Jimmy Woodser | The old Jimmy Woodser comes into the bar | | 30 | 786 |
| 342: | The Old Mile-Tree | Old coach-road West by Nor’-ward, | 1897 | 40 | 619 |
| 343: | The Old Stockman's Lament | Wrap me up in me stockwhip and blanket, | | 56 | 801 |
| 344: | The Old, Old Story And The New Order | They proved we could not think nor see, | | 96 | 631 |
| 345: | The Old, Old Story And The New Order | They proved we could not think nor see, | | 96 | 645 |
| 346: | The Outside Track | There were ten of us there on the moonlit quay, | | 40 | 674 |
| 347: | The Paroo River | It was a week from Christmas-time, | | 48 | 807 |
| 348: | The Passing Of Scotty | We throw us down on the dusty plain | 1903 | 36 | 671 |
| 349: | The Patriotic League | Behold! the biased foes of Right | | 32 | 624 |
| 350: | The Patteran | From over the leagues of ice and snow, and the miles of scorching sand; | | 18 | 639 |
| 351: | The Pavement Stones (A Song Of The Unemployed) | When first I came to town, resolved | 1890 | 40 | 643 |
| 352: | The Peace Maker | It has a “point” of neither sex | | 60 | 896 |
| 353: | The Poets Of The Tomb | The world has had enough of bards who wish that they were dead, | | 30 | 788 |
| 354: | The Port O'Call | Our hull is seldom painted, | | 88 | 696 |
| 355: | The Ports Of The Open Sea | Down here where the ships loom large in | | 71 | 631 |
| 356: | The Pride That Comes After | It knows it all, it knows it all, | | | 636 |
| 357: | The Prime Of Life | Oh, the strength of the toil of those twenty years, with father, and master, and men! | | 36 | 934 |
| 358: | The Professional Wanderer | When you’ve knocked about the country, been away from home for years; | | 22 | 633 |
| 359: | The Rhyme Of The Three Greybeards | He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat", | | 94 | 618 |
| 360: | The Roaring Days | The night too quickly passes | | 88 | 621 |
| 361: | The Rose | We love the land when the world goes round, | | 12 | 667 |
| 362: | The Route March | Did you hear the children singing, O my brothers? | | 16 | 579 |
| 363: | The Rovers | Some born of homely parents | | 96 | 605 |
| 364: | The Rush To London | You're off away to London now, | | 24 | 828 |
| 365: | The Scamps | Of home, name and wealth and ambition bereft, | | 40 | 599 |
| 366: | The Scots | Black Scots and red Scots, | | 24 | 635 |
| 367: | The Secret Whisky Cure | Tis no tale of heroism, ’tis no tale of storm and strife, | | 56 | 661 |
| 368: | The Separated Women | The Separated Women | | 64 | 802 |
| 369: | The Separation | We knew too little of the world, | | 24 | 658 |
| 370: | The Shakedown On The Floor | Set me back for twenty summers, | | 48 | 605 |
| 371: | The Shame Of Going Back | When you've come to make a fortune and you haven't made your salt, | | 26 | 590 |
| 372: | The Shanty On The Rise | When the caravans of wool-teams climbed the ranges from the West, | | 60 | 595 |
| 373: | The Shearers | No church-bell rings them from the Track, | | 40 | 590 |
| 374: | The Shearers Dream | O I dreamt I shore in a shearing shed and it was a dream of joy | | 18 | 718 |
| 375: | The Shearing Shed | The ladies are coming,' the super says | | 56 | 576 |
| 376: | The Ships That Won't Go Down | We hear a great commotion | | 32 | 645 |
| 377: | The Skyline Riders | Against the light of a dawning white | | 64 | 604 |
| 378: | The Sleeping Beauty | Call that a yarn!” said old Tom Pugh, | 1889 | 132 | 605 |
| 379: | The Sliprails And The Spur | The colours of the setting sun | | 40 | 574 |
| 380: | The Song And The Sigh | The creek went down with a broken song, | | 16 | 677 |
| 381: | The Song Of A Prison | Now this is the song of a prison, a song of a gaol or jug, | | 56 | 687 |
| 382: | The Song Of Australia | The centuries found me to nations unknown, | | 28 | 588 |
| 383: | The Song Of Old Joe Swallow | When I was up the country in the rough and early days, | | 58 | 608 |
| 384: | The Song Of The Darling River | The skies are brass and the plains are bare, | | 34 | 576 |
| 385: | The Song Of The Waste-Paper Basket | O bard of fortune, you deem me nought | 1889 | 32 | 657 |
| 386: | The Sorrows Of A Simple Bard | When I tell a tale of virtue and of injured innocence, | | 37 | 810 |
| 387: | The Soul Of A Poet | I have written, long years I have written, | | 32 | 862 |
| 388: | The Southerly Buster | There's a wind that blows out of the South in the drought, | | 56 | 606 |
| 389: | The Spirits For Good | We come with peace and reason, | | 36 | 797 |
| 390: | The Spirits Of Our Fathers | The spirits of our fathers rise not from every wave, | | 68 | 908 |
| 391: | The Squatter, Three Cornstalks, And The Well | There was a Squatter in the land, | 1890 | 70 | 576 |
| 392: | The Squatter’s Daughter | Out in the west, where runs are wide, | 1889 | 68 | 605 |
| 393: | The Star Of Australasia | We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime; | | 80 | 539 |
| 394: | The Statue Of Our Queen | Pride, selfishness in every line, | 1890 | 20 | 620 |
| 395: | The Stranded Ship (The “Vincennes”) | Twas the glowing log of a picnic fire where a red light should not be, | | 32 | 799 |
| 396: | The Stranger's Friend | The strangest things and the maddest things, that a man can do or say, | | 40 | 2231 |
| 397: | The Stringy-Bark Tree | There's the whitebox and pine on the ridges afar, | | 20 | 2170 |
| 398: | The Swagman And His Mate | From north to south throughout the year | 1896 | 48 | 658 |
| 399: | The Teams | A cloud of dust on the long white road, | | 40 | 2237 |
| 400: | The Things We Dare Not Tell | The fields are fair in autumn yet, and the sun's still shining there, | | 16 | 3126 |
| 401: | The Things We Dare Not Tell | The fields are fair in autumn yet, and the sun’s still shining there, | 1906 | 16 | 1325 |
| 402: | The Three Kings | Trio East is dead and the West is done, and again our course lies thus | | 24 | 2321 |
| 403: | The Three Partners or, Let’s Be Fools To-Night | We, three men of commerce, | 1888 | 48 | 692 |
| 404: | The Three Quiet Gentlemen | There is a quiet gentleman a-motoring in France | | 16 | 1344 |
| 405: | The Tracks That Lie By India | Now this is not a dismal song, like some I’ve sung of late, | | 30 | 2127 |
| 406: | The Tragedy | Oh, I never felt so wretched, and things never looked so blue | | 16 | 2524 |
| 407: | The Triumph Of The People | Lo, the gods of Vice and Mammon from their pinnacles are hurled | 1891 | 20 | 2209 |
| 408: | The Two Samaritans And The Tramp | A tramp was trampin’ on the road, | 1890 | 21 | 2107 |
| 409: | The Uncultured Rhymer To His Cultured Critics | Fight through ignorance, want, and care, | | 40 | 1527 |
| 410: | The Unknown God | The President to Kingdoms, | | 72 | 1356 |
| 411: | The Vagabond | White handkerchiefs wave from the short black pier | | 108 | 1442 |
| 412: | The Vanguard | While the crippled cruisers stagger where the blind horizon dips, | | 20 | 2164 |
| 413: | The Vanguard | They say, in all kindness, I’m out of the hunt, | | 36 | 1299 |
| 414: | The Voice From Over Yonder | Did she care as much as I did | 1897 | 24 | 1325 |
| 415: | The Vote Of Thanks Debate | The other night I got the blues and tried to smile in vain. | | 64 | 2719 |
| 416: | The Wander-Light | And they heard the tent-poles clatter, | | | 1307 |
| 417: | The Wantaritencant | It watched me in the cradle laid, and from my boyhood’s home | | 20 | 909 |
| 418: | The Watch On The Kerb | Night-Lights are falling; | | 28 | 1325 |
| 419: | The Water | Let others make the songs of love | 1905 | 48 | 2911 |
| 420: | The Water Lily | A lonely young wife | | 30 | 1299 |
| 421: | The Wattle | I saw it in the days gone by, | | 16 | 1272 |
| 422: | The Way Of The World | When fairer faces turn from me, | | 24 | 1268 |
| 423: | The Women Of The Town | It is up from out the alleys, from the alleys dark and vile, | | 36 | 1004 |
| 424: | The World Is Full Of Kindness | The World is full of kindness, | | 32 | 1043 |
| 425: | The Wreck Of The `Derry Castle' | Day of ending for beginnings! | | 32 | 1007 |
| 426: | The Writer's Dream | A writer wrote of the hearts of men, and he followed their tracks afar; | | 84 | 1000 |
| 427: | The “Seabolt’s” Volunteers | They towed the Seabolt down the stream, | | 44 | 649 |
| 428: | Those Foreign Engineers | Old Ivan McIvanovitch, with knitted brow of care, | | 28 | 1032 |
| 429: | Till All the Bad Things Came Untrue | By blacksoil plains burned grey with drought | | 32 | 752 |
| 430: | To A Pair Of Blucher Boots | Old acquaintance unforgotten, | 1890 | 20 | 624 |
| 431: | To An Old Mate | Old Mate! In the gusty old weather, | | 36 | 1011 |
| 432: | To Be Amused | You ask me to be gay and glad | | 80 | 1022 |
| 433: | To Hannah | Spirit girl to whom 'twas given | | 24 | 992 |
| 434: | To Jack | So, I’ve battled it through on my own, Jack, | | 48 | 739 |
| 435: | To Jim | I gaze upon my son once more, | | 56 | 1018 |
| 436: | To My friends | These are songs of the Friends I neglected, | | 4 | 1018 |
| 437: | To Show What A Man Can Do | There has been many a grander deed since man had life to give, | | 20 | 798 |
| 438: | To The Irish Delegates | Farewell! The gold we send shall be a token | 1889 | 20 | 643 |
| 439: | To Tom Bracken | O had you tracked where Kendall trod | 1894 | 8 | 792 |
| 440: | To Victor Daly | I thought that silence would be best, | | 120 | 738 |
| 441: | To “Doc” Wylie (An Eccentric Bush Doctor) | Though doctors may your name discard | | 20 | 589 |
| 442: | To-Morrow | When you’re suffering hard for your sins, old man, | | 27 | 1000 |
| 443: | Trooper Campbell | One day old Trooper Campbell | | 144 | 951 |
| 444: | Trouble On The Selection | You lazy boy, you’re here at last, | | 32 | 1085 |
| 445: | Uncle Harry | Oh, never let on to your own true love | | 40 | 1090 |
| 446: | Unknown | Oh, the wild black swans fly westward still, | | 30 | 958 |
| 447: | Up The Country | I am back from up the country, very sorry that I went, | | 54 | 940 |
| 448: | Victor | And his death came in December, | | 24 | 2179 |
| 449: | Victory | The schools marched in procession in happiness and pride, | | 25 | 1105 |
| 450: | Waratah And Wattle | Though poor and in trouble I wander alone, | | 23 | 1008 |
| 451: | Watching The Crows | A bushman got lost in a scrub in the North, | | 24 | 681 |
| 452: | What Have We All Forgotten? | What have we all forgotten, at the break of the seventh year? | | 24 | 771 |
| 453: | When Hopes Ran High | When hopes ran high the world was young, | | 8 | 754 |
| 454: | When I Was King | The second time I lived on earth | | 192 | 943 |
| 455: | When the Bear Comes Back Again | Oh, the scene is wide an’ dreary an’ the sun is settin’ red, | | 35 | 928 |
| 456: | When The Children Come Home | On a lonely selection far out in the West | | 24 | 580 |
| 457: | When The Duke Of Clarence Died | Let us sing in tear-choked numbers how the Duke of Clarence went, | | 36 | 579 |
| 458: | When The Ladies Come To The Shearing Shed | The ladies are coming,’ the super says | | 56 | 617 |
| 459: | When The `Army' Prays For Watty | When the kindly hours of darkness, save for light of moon and star, | | 24 | 546 |
| 460: | When Your Pants Begin To Go | When you wear a cloudy collar and a shirt that isn't white, | | 48 | 561 |
| 461: | When Your Sins Come Home To Roost | When you fear the barber’s mirror when you go to get a crop, | | 20 | 776 |
| 462: | When You’re Bad In Your Inside | I remarked that man is saddest, and his heart is filled with woe, | | 42 | 610 |
| 463: | Who’ll Wear The Beaten Colours? | Who’ll wear the beaten colours, and cheer the beaten men? | | 28 | 783 |
| 464: | Who’s Dot Pulleteen? | O my prow vas plack mit curses, | 1890 | 24 | 679 |
| 465: | Why He Lost The Track or, The Black Tracker | There was a tracker in the force | | 28 | 642 |
| 466: | Wide Lies Australia | Wide lies Australia! The seas that surround her | | 24 | 664 |
| 467: | Wide Spaces | When my last long-beer has vanished and the truth is left unsaid; | | 18 | 624 |
| 468: | Will Yer Write It Down For Me? | In the parlour of the shanty where the lives have all gone wrong, | | 16 | 594 |
| 469: | William Street | Tis William Street, the link street, | | 56 | 609 |
| 470: | With Dickens | In Windsor Terrace, number four, | | 264 | 625 |
| 471: | Write By Return | Clerk, corresponding, | 1896 | 56 | 596 |
| 472: | Written Afterwards | So the days of my tramping are over, | | 56 | 606 |
| 473: | Written Out | Sing the song of the reckless, who care not what they do; | | 24 | 650 |
| 474: | Years After The War In Australia | The Big rough boys from the runs out back were first where the balls flew free, | | 70 | 2124 |
| 475: | Young Kings And Old | The Young King fights in the trenches and the Old King fights in the rear, | | 24 | 2214 |
