Gilhooley's Estate
Oh, Mr. Gilhooley he turned up his toes,

The Road to Hogan's Gap
Now look, you see, it's this way like,

A Singer of the Bush
There is waving of grass in the breeze

"Shouting" for a Camel
It was over at Coolgardie that a mining speculator,

The Lost Drink
I had spent the night in the watch-house--

Mulligan's Mare
Oh, Mulligan's bar was the deuce of a place

The Matrimonial Stakes
I wooed her with a steeplechase, I won her with a fall,

The Mountain Squatter
Here in my mountain home,

Pioneers
They came of bold and roving stock that would not fixed abide;

Santa Claus in the Bush
It chanced out back at the Christmas time,

"In Re a Gentleman, One"
We see it each day in the paper,

The Melting of the Snow
There's a sunny Southern land,

A Dream of the Melbourne Cup
Bring me a quart of colonial beer

The Gundaroo Bullock
Oh, there's some that breeds the Devon that's as solid as a stone,

Lay of the Motor-Car
We're away! and the wind whistles shrewd

The Corner Man
I dreamed a dream at the midnight deep,

When Dacey Rode the Mule
'Twas to a small, up-country town,

The Mylora Elopement
By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep,

The Pannikin Poet
There's nothing here sublime,

Not on It
The new chum's polo pony was the smartest pony yet--

The Protest
I say 'e ISN'T Remorse!

The Scapegoat
We have all of us read how the Israelites fled

An Evening in Dandaloo
It was while we held our races--

A Ballad of Ducks
The railway rattled and roared and swung

Tommy Corrigan
You talk of riders on the flat, of nerve and pluck and pace,

The Maori's Wool
Now, this is just a simple tale to tell the reader how

The Angel's Kiss
An angel stood beside the bed

Sunrise on the Coast
Grey dawn on the sand-hills--the night wind has drifted

The Reveille
Trumpets of the Lancer Corps,

SALTBUSH BILL, J.P., AND OTHER VERSES

Song of the Pen

_Not for the love of women toil we, we of the craft,
Not for the people's praise;
Only because our goddess made us her own and laughed,
Claiming