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quadgram | frequency |
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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 |
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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 |