the world at large,

Hard Luck
I left the course, and by my side

Song of the Federation
As the nations sat together, grimly waiting --

The Old Australian Ways
The London lights are far abeam

The Ballad of the 'Calliope'
By the far Samoan shore,

Do They Know
Do they know? At the turn to the straight

The Passing of Gundagai
'I'll introdooce a friend!' he said,

The Wargeilah Handicap
Wargeilah town is very small,

Any Other Time
All of us play our very best game --

The Last Trump
'You led the trump,' the old man said

Tar and Feathers
Oh! the circus swooped down

It's Grand
It's grand to be a squatter

Out of Sight
They held a polo meeting at a little country town,

The Road to Old Man's Town
The fields of youth are filled with flowers,

The Old Timer's Steeplechase
The sheep were shorn and the wool went down

In the Stable
What! You don't like him; well, maybe -- we all have our fancies, of course:

"He Giveth His Beloved Sleep"
The long day passes with its load of sorrow:

Driver Smith
'Twas Driver Smith of Battery A was anxious to see a fight;

There's Another Blessed Horse Fell Down
When you're lying in your hammock, sleeping soft and sleeping sound,

On the Trek
Oh, the weary, weary journey on the trek, day after day,

The Last Parade
With never a sound of trumpet,

With French to Kimberley
The Boers were down on Kimberley with siege and Maxim gun;

Johnny Boer
Men fight all shapes and sizes as the racing horses run,

What Have the Cavalry Done
What have the cavalry done?

Right in the Front of the Army
'Where 'ave you been this week or more,

That V.C.
'Twas in the days of front attack,

Fed Up
I ain't a timid man at all, I'm just as brave as most,

Jock!
There's a soldier that's been doing of his share

Santa Claus
Halt! Who goes there? The sentry's call

RIO GRANDE'S LAST RACE AND OTHER VERSES

Rio Grande's Last Race

Now this was what Macpherson told
While waiting in the stand;
A reckless rider, over-bold,
The only man with hands to hold
The rushing Rio Grande.

He said, 'This day I bid good-bye
To bit and bridle rein,
To ditches deep and fences high,
For I have dreamed a dream, and I
Shall never ride again.

'I dreamt last night I rode this race
That