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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