Man from Snowy River — A.B. Paterson / Andrew Barton Paterson

> 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-