| PAGE | THE PORTS OF THE OPEN SEA | Down here where the ships loom large in | 1 | THE THREE KINGS | The East is dead and the West is done, and again our course lies thus:— | 5 | THE OUTSIDE TRACK | There were ten of us there on the moonlit quay, | 8 | SYDNEY-SIDE | Where's the steward?—Bar-room steward? Berth? Oh, any berth will do— | 10 | THE ROVERS | Some born of homely parents | 13 | FOREIGN LANDS | You may roam the wide seas over, follow, meet, and cross the sun, | 18 | MARY LEMAINE | Jim Duff was a 'native,' as wild as could be; | 22 | THE SHAKEDOWN ON THE FLOOR | Set me back for twenty summers— | 25 | REEDY RIVER | Ten miles down Reedy River | 28 | OLD STONE CHIMNEY | The rising moon on the peaks was blending | 31 | SONG OF THE OLD BULLOCK-DRIVER | Far Back in the days when the blacks used to ramble | 35 | THE LIGHTS OF COBB AND CO. | Fire lighted, on the table a meal for sleepy men, | 39 | HOW THE LAND WAS WON | The future was dark and the past was dead | 45 | THE BOSS OVER THE BOARD | When he's over a rough and unpopular shed, | 48 | WHEN THE LADIES COME TO THE SHEARING SHED | 'The ladies are coming,' the super says | 52 | THE BALLAD OF THE ROUSEABOUT | A rouseabout of rouseabouts, from any land—or none— | 55 | YEARS AFTER THE WAR IN AUSTRALIA | The big rough boys from the runs out back were first where the balls flew free, | 60 | THE OLD JIMMY WOODSER | The old Jimmy Woodser comes into the bar, | 67 | THE CHRIST OF THE 'NEVER' | With eyes that seem shrunken to pierce | 69 | THE CATTLE-DOG'S DEATH | The plains lay bare on the homeward route, | 71 | THE SONG OF THE DARLING RIVER | The skies are brass and the plains are bare, | 73 | RAIN IN THE MOUNTAINS | The valley's full of misty cloud, | | |
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