  | 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 | |   |
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