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Contents with First Lines: PreludeI have gathered these stories afar,The Man from Snowy RiverThere was movement at the station, for the word had passed aroundOld Pardon, the Son of ReprieveYou never heard tell of the story?Clancy of the OverflowI had written him a letter which I had, for want of betterConroy's GapThis was the way of it, don't you know —Our New HorseThe boys had come back from the racesAn Idyll of DandalooOn Western plains, where shade is not,The Geebung Polo ClubIt was somewhere up the country, in a land of rock and scrub,The Travelling Post OfficeThe roving breezes come and go, the reed beds sweep and sway,Saltbush BillNow this is the law of the Overland that all in the West obey,A Mountain StationI bought a run a while ago,Been There BeforeThere came a stranger to Walgett town,The Man Who Was AwayThe widow sought the lawyer's room with children three in tow,The Man from IronbarkIt was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town,The Open SteeplechaseI had ridden over hurdles up the country once or twice,The Amateur RiderHIM going to ride for us! HIM —with the pants and the eyeglass and all.On Kiley's RunThe roving breezes come and goFrying Pan's TheologyScene: On Monaro.The Two DevinesIt 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 RangeLittle bush maiden, wondering-eyed,Only a JockeyOut in the grey cheerless chill of the morning light,How M'Ginnis Went MissingLet us cease our idle chatter,A Voice from the TownI thought, in the days of the droving,A Bunch of RosesRoses ruddy and roses white,Black SwansAs I lie at rest on a patch of cloverThe All Right 'UnHe came from 'further out',The Boss of the 'Admiral Lynch'Did you ever hear tell of Chili? I was readin' the other dayA Bushman's SongI'm travellin' down the Castlereagh, and I'm a station hand,How Gilbert DiedThere's never a stone at the sleeper's head,The Flying GangI served my time, in the days gone by,Shearing at CastlereaghThe bell is set a-ringing, and the engine gives a toot,The Wind's MessageThere came a whisper down the Bland between the dawn and dark,Johnson's AntidoteDown along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp,Ambition and ArtI am the maid of the lustrous eyesThe Daylight is DyingThe daylight is dyingIn Defence of the BushSo you're back from up the country, Mister Townsman, where you went,Last WeekOh, the new-chum went to the back block run,Those NamesThe shearers sat in the firelight, hearty and hale and strong,A Bush ChristeningOn 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 CalamityMacFierce'un came to WhiskeyhurstCome-by-ChanceAs I pondered very weary o'er a volume long and dreary —Under the Shadow of Kiley's HillThis is the place where they all were bred;Jim CarewBorn of a thoroughbred English race,The Swagman's RestWe buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave
THE MAN FROM SNOWY RIVER AND OTHER VERSES The Man from Snowy River There was movement at the station, for the word had passed aroundThat the colt from old Regret had got away,And had joined the wild bush horses — he was worth a thousand pound,So all the cracks had gathered to the fray....