Contents
- Prelude
I have gathered these stories afar,
- The Man from Snowy River
There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
- Old Pardon, the Son of Reprieve
You never heard tell of the story?
- Clancy of the Overflow
I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better
- Conroy's Gap
This was the way of it, don't you know --
- Our New Horse
The boys had come back from the races
- An Idyll of Dandaloo
On Western plains, where shade is not,
- The Geebung Polo Club
It was somewhere up the country, in a land of rock and scrub,
- The Travelling Post Office
The roving breezes come and go, the reed beds sweep and sway,
- Saltbush Bill
Now this is the law of the Overland that all in the West obey,
- A Mountain Station
I bought a run a while ago,
- Been There Before
There came a stranger to Walgett town,
- The Man Who Was Away
The widow sought the lawyer's room with children three in tow,
- The Man from Ironbark
It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town,
- The Open Steeplechase
I had ridden over hurdles up the country once or twice,
- The Amateur Rider
HIM going to ride for us! HIM --
with the pants and the eyeglass and all.
- On Kiley's Run
The roving breezes come and go
- Frying Pan's Theology
Scene: On Monaro.
- The Two Devines
It was shearing-time at the Myall Lake,
- In the Droving Days
`Only a pound,' said the auctioneer,
- Lost
`He ought to be home,' said the old man,
`without there's something amiss.
- Over the Range
Little bush maiden, wondering-eyed,
- Only a Jockey
Out in the grey cheerless chill of the morning light,
- How M'Ginnis Went Missing
Let us cease our idle chatter,
- A Voice from the Town
I thought, in the days of the droving,
- A Bunch of Roses
Roses ruddy and roses white,
- Black Swans
As I lie at rest on a patch of clover
- The All Right 'Un
He came from `further out',
- The Boss of the `Admiral Lynch'
Did you ever hear tell of Chili? I was readin' the other day
- A Bushman's Song
I'm travellin' down the Castlereagh, and I'm a station hand,
- How Gilbert Died
There's never a stone at the sleeper's head,
- The Flying Gang
I served my time, in the days gone by,
- Shearing at Castlereagh
The bell is set a-ringing, and the engine gives a toot,
- The Wind's Message
There came a whisper down the Bland between the dawn and dark,
- Johnson's Antidote
Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp,
- Ambition and Art
I am the maid of the lustrous eyes
- The Daylight is Dying
The daylight is dying
- In Defence of the Bush
So you're back from up the country, Mister Townsman, where you went,
- Last Week
Oh, the new-chum went to the back block run,
- Those Names
The shearers sat in the firelight, hearty and hale and strong,
- A Bush Christening
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few,
- How the Favourite Beat Us
`Aye,' said the boozer, `I tell you it's true, sir,
- The Great Calamity
MacFierce'un came to Whiskeyhurst
- Come-by-Chance
As I pondered very weary o'er a volume long and dreary --
- Under the Shadow of Kiley's Hill
This is the place where they all were bred;
- Jim Carew
Born of a thoroughbred English race,
- The Swagman's Rest
We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave