| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | "Ave Caesar" | Long ago the Gladiators, | 1904 | 32 | 908 |
| 2: | "He Giveth His Beloved Sleep" | The long day passes with its load of sorrow: | 1902 | 24 | 825 |
| 3: | "Shouting" For A Camel | It was over at Coolgardie that a mining speculator, | 1896 | 28 | 950 |
| 4: | "We're All Australians Now" | Australia takes her pen in hand | 1915 | 56 | 867 |
| 5: | A Ballad Of Ducks | The railway rattled and roared and swung | 1917 | 77 | 2013 |
| 6: | A Bunch Of Roses | Roses ruddy and roses white, | 1894 | 25 | 1454 |
| 7: | A Bush Christening | On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few, | 1893 | 48 | 1440 |
| 8: | A Bush Lawyer | When Ironbark the turtle came to Anthony's lagoon | 1933 | 35 | 1285 |
| 9: | A Bushman's Song | I'm traveling down the Castlereagh, and I'm a station-hand, | 1892 | 40 | 1281 |
| 10: | A Change Of Menu | Now the new chum loaded his three-nought-three, | 1933 | 42 | 1306 |
| 11: | A Disqualified Jockey's Story | You see, the thing was this way, there was me, | 1898 | 85 | 789 |
| 12: | A Dog's Mistake | He had drifted in among us as a straw drifts with the tide, | 1933 | 20 | 1203 |
| 13: | A Dream Of The Melbourne Cup | Bring me a quart of colonial beer | 1886 | 91 | 1162 |
| 14: | A Job For McGuinness | Oh, it's dreadful to think in a country like this | 1923 | 16 | 1196 |
| 15: | A Motor Courtship | Into her presence he gaily pranced, | 1906 | 34 | 900 |
| 16: | A Mountain Station | I bought a run a while ago | 1891 | 48 | 1101 |
| 17: | A National Song For Australia Felix | Dark over the face of Nature sublime! | | 30 | 509 |
| 18: | A Nervous Governor-General | We read in the press that Lord Northcote is here | 1904 | 32 | 838 |
| 19: | A Rule Of The A.J.C. | Come all ye bold trainers attend to my song, | 1899 | 32 | 827 |
| 20: | A Singer Of The Bush | There is a waving of grass in the breeze | 1917 | 16 | 1190 |
| 21: | A Song Of The Pen | Not for the love of women toil we, we of the craft, | 1917 | 16 | 1143 |
| 22: | A Thousand Miles Away | Hurrah for the Roma railway! Hurrah for Cobb and Co., | | 22 | 522 |
| 23: | A Triolet | Of all the sickly forms of verse, | 1894 | 8 | 1175 |
| 24: | A Voice From The Town | I thought, in the days of the droving, | 1894 | 72 | 1054 |
| 25: | A Walgett Episode | The sun strikes down with a blinding glare; | 1902 | 48 | 792 |
| 26: | Ambition And Art | I am the maid of the lustrous eyes | 1894 | 65 | 1188 |
| 27: | An Answer to Various Bards | Well, I've waited mighty patient while they all came rolling in, | | 64 | 1028 |
| 28: | An Emu Hunt | West of Dubbo the west begins | 1933 | 35 | 1079 |
| 29: | An Evening In Dandaloo | It was while we held our races, | 1891 | 77 | 962 |
| 30: | An Idyll Of Dandaloo | On Western plains, where shade is not, | 1889 | 84 | 1083 |
| 31: | Another Fall Of Rain | The weather had been sultry for a fortnight’s time or more, | | 30 | 469 |
| 32: | Anthony Considine | Out in the wastes of the West countrie, | 1902 | 46 | 1119 |
| 33: | Any Other Time | All of us play our very best game, | 1902 | 40 | 1218 |
| 34: | As Long As Your Eyes Are Blue | Will you love me, sweet, when my hair is grey | 1891 | 20 | 1041 |
| 35: | At The Melting Of The Snow | There's a sunny Southern land, | 1917 | 24 | 1168 |
| 36: | Australia Today 1916 | They came from the lower levels | 1916 | 68 | 864 |
| 37: | Australian Scenery | The Mountains A land of sombre, silent hills, where mountain cattle go | 1933 | 20 | 1215 |
| 38: | Been There Before | There came a stranger to Walgett town, | 1891 | 24 | 818 |
| 39: | Behind The Scenes | The actor struts his little hour, | 1893 | 24 | 889 |
| 40: | Benjamin Bandicoot | If you walk in the bush at night, | 1933 | 24 | 864 |
| 41: | Billy Barlow In Australia | When I was at home I was down on my luck, | | 96 | 510 |
| 42: | Black Harry's Team | No soft-skinned Durham steers are they, | 1933 | 48 | 804 |
| 43: | Black Swans | As I lie at rest on a patch of clover | 1893 | 64 | 873 |
| 44: | Bold Jack Donahoo | In Dublin town I was brought up, in that city of great fame | | 38 | 466 |
| 45: | Boots | We've travelled per Joe Gardiner, a humping of our swag | 1919 | 24 | 940 |
| 46: | Bottle-O! | I ain't the kind of bloke as takes to any steady job; | 1899 | 28 | 863 |
| 47: | Bourke’s Dream | Lonely and sadly one night in November | | 44 | 387 |
| 48: | Bringing Home The Cows | Shadows of the twilight falling | | 32 | 426 |
| 49: | Brumby's Run | It lies beyond the Western Pines | 1895 | 40 | 809 |
| 50: | Buffalo Country | Out where the grey streams glide, | 1933 | 35 | 833 |
| 51: | By The Grey Gulf-Water | Far to the Northward there lies a land, | 1897 | 36 | 812 |
| 52: | Camouflage | Beside the bare and beaten track of travelling flocks and herds | 1933 | 20 | 859 |
| 53: | Cassidy's Epitaph | Here lies a bloke who's just gone West, | 1919 | 32 | 859 |
| 54: | Clancy Of The Overflow | I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better | 1889 | 32 | 857 |
| 55: | Colonial Experience | When first I came to Sydney Cove | | 46 | 415 |
| 56: | Come-By-Chance | As I pondered very weary o'er a volume long and dreary, | 1891 | 32 | 925 |
| 57: | Commandeering | Our hero was a Tommy with a conscience free from care, | 1900 | 24 | 1032 |
| 58: | Conroy's Gap | This was the way of it, don't you know, | 1890 | 144 | 745 |
| 59: | Daylight Is Dying | The daylight is dying | | 52 | 767 |
| 60: | Do They Know? | Do they know? At the turn to the straight | 1902 | 24 | 893 |
| 61: | Driver Smith | Twas Driver Smith of Battery A was anxious to see a fight; | 1899 | 56 | 768 |
| 62: | Dwell Not With Me | Dwell, not with me, | | 16 | 424 |
| 63: | El Mahdi To The Australian Troops | And wherefore have they come, this warlike band, | 1885 | 24 | 807 |
| 64: | Father Riley's Horse | Twas the horse thief, Andy Regan, that was hunted like a dog | 1899 | 112 | 815 |
| 65: | Fed Up | I ain't a timid man at all, I'm just as brave as most, | 1900 | 26 | 794 |
| 66: | Flash Jack From Gundagai | I’ve shore at Burrabogie, and I’ve shore at Toganmain, | | 22 | 446 |
| 67: | Flying Squirrels | On the rugged water shed | 1933 | 25 | 1088 |
| 68: | Frogs In Chorus | The chorus frogs in the big lagoon | 1933 | 30 | 1056 |
| 69: | Frying Pan's Theology | Snowflakes are falling | 1893 | 24 | 990 |
| 70: | Fur And Feathers | The emus formed a football team | 1933 | 40 | 1124 |
| 71: | Gilhooley's Estate | Oh, Mr Gilhooley he turned up his toes, | 1890 | 40 | 1007 |
| 72: | Gone Down | To the voters of Glen Innes 'twas O'Sullivan that went, | 1903 | 24 | 840 |
| 73: | Hard Luck | I left the course, and by my side | 1902 | 28 | 1072 |
| 74: | Hawker, the Standard Bearer | The grey gull sat on a floating whale, | 1919 | 51 | 1013 |
| 75: | Hawking | Now, shut your mouths, you loafers all, | | 49 | 418 |
| 76: | Hay And Hell And Booligal | You come and see me, boys," he said; | 1896 | 54 | 1027 |
| 77: | High Explosive | Twas the dingo pup to his dam that said, | 1933 | 16 | 1035 |
| 78: | How Gilbert Died | There's never a stone at the sleeper's head, | 1894 | 90 | 1098 |
| 79: | How M'Ginnis Went Missing | Let us cease our idle chatter, | 1889 | 28 | 1049 |
| 80: | How The Favourite Beat Us | Aye," said the boozer, "I tell you it's true, sir, | 1894 | 48 | 1039 |
| 81: | Immigration | Now Jordan’s land of promise is the burden of my song. | | 20 | 657 |
| 82: | In Defence Of The Bush | So you're back from up the country, Mister Lawson, where you went, | 1892 | 40 | 1078 |
| 83: | In Re A Gentleman, One | We see it each day in the paper, | 1889 | 48 | 1009 |
| 84: | In The Droving Days | Only a pound," said the auctioneer, | 1891 | 94 | 1123 |
| 85: | In The Stable | What! you don't like him; well, maybe, we all have our fancies, of course: | 1902 | 70 | 782 |
| 86: | Investigating Flora | Twas in scientific circles | 1899 | 124 | 807 |
| 87: | It's Grand | It's grand to be a squatter | 1902 | 44 | 772 |
| 88: | It’s Only A Way He’s Got | No doubt the saying’s all abroad, | | 65 | 394 |
| 89: | Jim Carew | Born of a thoroughbred English race, | 1895 | 48 | 1092 |
| 90: | Jimmy Dooley's Army | There's a dashin' sort of boy | 1923 | 36 | 1050 |
| 91: | Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo | If you want a situation, I’ll just tell you the plan | | 23 | 359 |
| 92: | Jock | There's a soldier that's been doing of his share | 1902 | 31 | 786 |
| 93: | John Gilbert (Bushranger) | John Gilbert was a bushranger of terrible renown, | | 34 | 461 |
| 94: | Johnny Boer | Men fight all shapes and sizes as the racing horses run, | 1900 | 36 | 826 |
| 95: | Johnson's Antidote | Down along the Snakebite River where the overlanders camp, | 1895 | 72 | 1020 |
| 96: | Last Week | Oh, the new-chum went to the backblock run, | 1893 | 28 | 1029 |
| 97: | Lost | He ought to be home," said the old man, "without there's something amiss. | 1887 | 36 | 1063 |
| 98: | Macbreath | Here, I'll sit in the midst. | 1904 | 108 | 913 |
| 99: | Morgan's Dog | Morgan the drover explained, | 1933 | 32 | 1217 |
| 100: | Moving On | In this war we're always moving, | 1918 | 16 | 1074 |
| 101: | Mulga Bill's Bicycle | Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze; | 1896 | 38 | 1033 |
| 102: | Mulga Bill's Bicycle | Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze; | | 38 | 484 |
| 103: | Mulligan's Mare | Oh, Mulligan's bar was the deuce of a place | 1889 | 72 | 1211 |
| 104: | Mustering Song | The boss last night in the hut did say | | 58 | 394 |
| 105: | My Mate Bill | That’s his saddle on the tie-beam, | | 68 | 424 |
| 106: | My Religion | Let Romanists all at the Confessional kneel, | | 25 | 405 |
| 107: | Not On It | The new chum's polo pony was the smartest pony yet, | 1917 | 12 | 1119 |
| 108: | Now Listen To Me And I'll Tell You My Views | Now listen to me and I'll tell you my views concerning the African war, | 1902 | 22 | 763 |
| 109: | Old Australian Ways | The London lights are far abeam | 1902 | 72 | 1043 |
| 110: | Old Man Platypus | Far from the trouble and toil of town, | 1933 | 25 | 942 |
| 111: | Old Pardon, The Son Of Reprieve | You never heard tell of the story? | 1888 | 200 | 968 |
| 112: | Old Schooldays | Awake, of Muse, the echoes of a day | 1907 | 52 | 784 |
| 113: | On Kiley's Run | The roving breezes come and go | 1890 | 112 | 1198 |
| 114: | On The Road To Gundagai | Oh, we started down from Roto when the sheds had all cut out. | | 26 | 462 |
| 115: | On The Trek | Oh, the weary, weary journey on the trek, day after day, | 1902 | 24 | 801 |
| 116: | Only A Jockey | Out in the grey cheerless chill of the morning light, | 1887 | 40 | 963 |
| 117: | Opening Of The Railway Line | The opening of the railway line… | | 8 | 905 |
| 118: | Our Mat | It came from the prison this morning, | 1887 | 36 | 1026 |
| 119: | Our New Horse | The boys had come back from the races | 1890 | 144 | 999 |
| 120: | Our Own Flag | They mustered us up with a royal din, | | 20 | 959 |
| 121: | Out Of Sight | They held a polo meeting at a little country town, | 1896 | 16 | 986 |
| 122: | Over The Range | Little bush maiden, wondering-eyed, | 1887 | 32 | 1046 |
| 123: | Paddy Malone In Australia | Och! my name’s Pat Malone, and I’m from Tipperary. | | 61 | 486 |
| 124: | Paddy’s Letter, 1857 | I’ve had all sorts of luck, sometimes bad, sometimes better, | | 44 | 454 |
| 125: | Pioneers | They came of bold and roving stock that would not fixed abide; | 1896 | 16 | 960 |
| 126: | Policeman G. | To Policeman G. the Inspector said: | 1903 | 30 | 740 |
| 127: | Prelude - From The Man From Snowy River And Other Verses | I have gathered these stories afar | 1895 | 16 | 1027 |
| 128: | Reconstruction - From A Farmer's Point Of View | So, the bank has bust it's boiler! And in six or seven year | 1893 | 36 | 1076 |
| 129: | Riders In The Stand | There's some that ride the Robbo style, and bump at every stride; | 1903 | 16 | 725 |
| 130: | Right In Front Of The Army | Where 'ave you been this week or more, | 1902 | 42 | 831 |
| 131: | Rio Grande's Last Race | Now this was what Macpherson told | 1896 | 105 | 878 |
| 132: | River Bend | At River Bend, in New South Wales, | | 26 | 427 |
| 133: | Saltbush Bill | Now is the law of the Overland that all in the West obey, | 1894 | 58 | 969 |
| 134: | Saltbush Bill On The Patriarchs | Come all you little rouseabouts and climb upon my knee; | 1903 | 66 | 797 |
| 135: | Saltbush Bill's Gamecock | Twas Saltbush Bill, with his traveling sheep, was making his way to town; | 1898 | 66 | 830 |
| 136: | Saltbush Bill's Second Fight | The news came down on the Castlereagh, and went to the world at large, | 1897 | 88 | 775 |
| 137: | Saltbush Bill, J.P. | Beyond the land where Leichhardt went, | 1905 | 104 | 767 |
| 138: | Sam Holt | Oh! don’t you remember Black Alice, Sam Holt | | 49 | 410 |
| 139: | Santa Claus | Halt! Who goes there?" the sentry's call | 1900 | 36 | 765 |
| 140: | Santa Claus In The Bush | It chanced out back at the Christmas time, | 1906 | 93 | 750 |
| 141: | Shakespeare on the Turf | Good Shortinbras, what thinkest thou of the Fav'rite? | 1923 | 88 | 975 |
| 142: | Shearing At Castlereagh | The bell is set a-ringing, and the engine gives a toot, | 1894 | 24 | 961 |
| 143: | Shearing With A Hoe | The track that led to Carmody's is choked and overgrown, | 1933 | 20 | 985 |
| 144: | Song Of The Artesian Water | Now the stock have started dying, for the Lord has sent a drought; | 1896 | 54 | 903 |
| 145: | Song Of The Federation | As the nations sat together, grimly waiting, | 1901 | 48 | 805 |
| 146: | Song Of The Future | Tis strange that in a land so strong | 1889 | 174 | 937 |
| 147: | Song Of The Squatter | The Commissioner bet me a pony—I won; | | 48 | 401 |
| 148: | Song Of The Wheat | We have sung the song of the droving days, | 1914 | 64 | 738 |
| 149: | Sunny New South Wales | We often hear men boast about the land which gave them birth, | | 40 | 417 |
| 150: | Sunrise On The Coast | Grey dawn on the sand-hills, the night wind has drifted | 1914 | 16 | 783 |
| 151: | Swinging The Lead | Said the soldier to the Surgeon, "I've got noises in me head | 1918 | 20 | 792 |
| 152: | Sydney Cup, 1899 - An Outside Trip | Of course they say if this Bobadil starts | 1899 | 32 | 815 |
| 153: | T.Y.S.O.N. | Across the Queensland border line | 1898 | 51 | 821 |
| 154: | Tar And Feathers | Oh! the circus swooped down | 1889 | 42 | 781 |
| 155: | That Half-Crown Sweep | The run of Billabong-go-dry | 1922 | 40 | 786 |
| 156: | That V.C. | Twas in the days of front attack; | 1900 | 36 | 818 |
| 157: | The All Right Un | He came from "further out", | 1893 | 58 | 788 |
| 158: | The Amateur Rider | Him goin' to ride for us! Him, with the pants and the eyeglass and all. | 1894 | 52 | 770 |
| 159: | The Angel's Kiss | An angel stood beside the bed | 1917 | 23 | 897 |
| 160: | The Animals That Noah Forgot: Foreward | The big white English swan, escaped from captivity, found himself swimming in an Australian waterhole fringed with giant gum trees. | 1933 | 22 | 837 |
| 161: | The Army Mules | Oh the airman's game is a showman's game, for we all of us watch him go | 1918 | 42 | 766 |
| 162: | The Australian Stockman | The sun peers o’er you wooded ridge and thro’ the forest dense, | | 20 | 376 |
| 163: | The Ballad Of Cockatoo Dock | Of all the docks upon the blue | 1903 | 42 | 707 |
| 164: | The Ballad Of G. R. Dibbs | This is the story of G.R.D., | 1892 | 29 | 823 |
| 165: | The Ballad Of M. T. Nutt And His Dog | The Honourable M. T. Nutt | 1904 | 12 | 797 |
| 166: | The Ballad Of That P.N. | The shades of night had fallen at last, | 1903 | 29 | 759 |
| 167: | The Ballad Of The Calliope | By the far Samoan shore, | 1897 | 90 | 663 |
| 168: | The Ballad Of The Carpet Bag | Ho! Darkies, don't you hear dose voters cryin' | 1903 | 48 | 716 |
| 169: | The Beautiful Land Of Australia | All you on emigration bent, | | 78 | 425 |
| 170: | The Billy-Goat Overland | Come all ye lads of the droving days, ye gentlemen unafraid, | 1933 | 16 | 842 |
| 171: | The Boss Of The Admiral Lynch | Did you ever hear tell of Chili? I was readin' the other day | 1892 | 54 | 731 |
| 172: | The Broken-Down Squatter | Come, Stumpy, old man, we must shift while we can; | | 41 | 478 |
| 173: | The Bushfire - An Allegory | Twas on the famous Empire run, | 1886 | 152 | 837 |
| 174: | The Bushman | When the merchant lies down, he can scarce go to sleep | | 30 | 417 |
| 175: | The City Of Dreadful Thirst | The stranger came from Narromine and made his little joke-- | 1899 | 48 | 726 |
| 176: | The Corner-Man | I dreamt a dream at the midnight deep, | 1889 | 36 | 774 |
| 177: | The Dam That Keele Built | This is the dam that Keele built. | 1905 | 30 | 780 |
| 178: | The Dauntless Three | Chris Watson, of the Parliament, | 1906 | 30 | 841 |
| 179: | The Daylight is Dying | The daylight is dying | 1895 | 52 | 832 |
| 180: | The Deficit Demon (A Political Ballad) | It was the lunatic poet escaped from the local asylum, | 1887 | 28 | 677 |
| 181: | The Diggers | Bristling Billy the porcupine, | 1933 | 37 | 735 |
| 182: | The Duties Of An Aide-De-Camp | Oh, some folk think vice-royalty is festive and hilarious, | 1893 | 88 | 823 |
| 183: | The Dying Stockman | A strapping young stockman lay dying, | | 35 | 557 |
| 184: | The Eumerella Shore | There’s a happy little valley on the Eumerella shore, | | 30 | 395 |
| 185: | The Federal Bus Conductor And The Old Lady | Now 'urry, Mrs New South Wales, and come along of us, | 1899 | 18 | 742 |
| 186: | The First Surveyor | The opening of the railway line!, the Governor and all! | 1899 | 44 | 733 |
| 187: | The Fitzroy Blacksmith | Under the spreading deficit, | 1904 | 24 | 723 |
| 188: | The Flying Gang | I served my time, in the days gone by, | 1891 | 36 | 775 |
| 189: | The Free Selector | Ye sons of industry, to you I belong, | | 21 | 392 |
| 190: | The Freehold On The Plain | I’m a broken-down old squatter, my cash it is all gone, | | 24 | 410 |
| 191: | The Geebung Polo Club | It was somewhere up the country, in a land of rock and scrub, | 1893 | 44 | 855 |
| 192: | The Ghost Of The Murderer's Hut | My horse had been lamed in the foot | 1893 | 36 | 764 |
| 193: | The Great Calamity | MacFierce'un came to Whiskeyhurst | 1893 | 60 | 784 |
| 194: | The Gundaroo Bullock | Oh, there's some that breeds the Devon that's as solid as a stone, | 1917 | 34 | 781 |
| 195: | The Hypnotist | A man once read with mind surprised | 1890 | 106 | 768 |
| 196: | The Incantation | hrice hath the Federal Jackass brayed. | 1905 | 50 | 708 |
| 197: | The Last Parade | With never a sound of trumpet, | 1902 | 52 | 808 |
| 198: | The Last Trump | You led the trump," the old man said | 1902 | 35 | 715 |
| 199: | The Lay Of The Motor-Car | We're away! and the wind whistles shrewd | 1905 | 24 | 690 |
| 200: | The Loafers’ Club | A club there is established here, whose name they say is Legion | | 28 | 401 |
| 201: | The Lost Drink | I had spent the night in the watch-house, | 1891 | 32 | 798 |
| 202: | The Lost Leichhardt | Another search for Leichhard's tomb, | 1899 | 40 | 738 |
| 203: | The Lung Fish | The Honorable Ardleigh Wyse | 1933 | 36 | 998 |
| 204: | The Man From Goondiwindi, Q. | This is the sunburnt bushman who Came down from Goondiwindi, Q. | 1904 | 37 | 696 |
| 205: | The Man From Ironbark | It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, | 1892 | 48 | 1119 |
| 206: | The Man From Snowy River | There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around | 1890 | 104 | 964 |
| 207: | The Man Who Was Away | The widow sought the lawyer's room with children three in tow, | 1894 | 24 | 956 |
| 208: | The Maori Pig Market | In distant New Zealand, whose tresses of gold | 1890 | 25 | 953 |
| 209: | The Maori's Wool | The Maoris are a mighty race, the finest ever known; | 1901 | 48 | 687 |
| 210: | The Maranoa Drovers | The night is dark and stormy, and the sky is clouded o’er; | | 26 | 444 |
| 211: | The Matrimonial Stakes | I wooed her with a steeplechase, I won her with a fall, | 1899 | 24 | 766 |
| 212: | The Mountain Squatter | Here in my mountain home, | 1915 | 80 | 798 |
| 213: | The Murrumbidgee Shearer | Come, all you jolly natives, and I’ll relate to you | | 30 | 374 |
| 214: | The Mylora Elopement | By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep, | 1886 | 116 | 998 |
| 215: | The Old Australian Ways | The London lights are far abeam | | 72 | 980 |
| 216: | The Old Bark Hut | Oh, my name is Bob the Swagman, before you all I stand, | | 84 | 416 |
| 217: | The Old Bullock Dray | Oh! the shearing is all over, | | 72 | 438 |
| 218: | The Old Keg Of Rum | My name is old Jack Palmer, | | 84 | 460 |
| 219: | The Old Survey | Our money’s all spent, to the deuce went it! | | 28 | 420 |
| 220: | The Old Timer's Steeplechase | The sheep were shorn and the wool went down | 1902 | 120 | 765 |
| 221: | The Old Tin Hat | In the good old days when the Army's ways were simple and unrefined, | 1919 | 28 | 979 |
| 222: | The Open Steeplechase | I had ridden over hurdles up the country once or twice, | 1891 | 60 | 938 |
| 223: | The Overlander | There’s a trade you all know well | | 61 | 407 |
| 224: | The Pannikin Poet | There's nothing here sublime, | 1891 | 48 | 983 |
| 225: | The Passing Of Gundagai | I'll introduce a friend!" he said, | 1902 | 80 | 730 |
| 226: | The Pearl Diver | Kanzo Makame, the diver, sturdy and small Japanee, | 1902 | 67 | 772 |
| 227: | The Plains | A land, as far as the eye can see, where the waving grasses grow | | 9 | 956 |
| 228: | The Plains Of Riverine | I have come to tell you of the glorious news you’ll all be glad to bear, | | 40 | 429 |
| 229: | The Premier And The Socialist | The Premier and the Socialist | 1904 | 66 | 792 |
| 230: | The Protest | I say 'e isn't Remorse! | 1901 | 44 | 663 |
| 231: | The Quest Eternal | O west of all that a man holds dear, on the edge of the Kingdom Come, | 1919 | 30 | 1069 |
| 232: | The Reveille | Trumpets of the Lancer Corps | 1900 | 35 | 726 |
| 233: | The Reverend Mullineux | I'd reckon his weight as eight-stun-eight, | 1899 | 32 | 722 |
| 234: | The Rhyme Of The O'Sullivan And Pro Bono Publico | Pro Bono Publico | 1904 | 44 | 757 |
| 235: | The Road to Gundagai | The mountain road goes up and down | 1902 | 31 | 1102 |
| 236: | The Road To Hogan's Gap | Now look, you see, it's this way like, | 1914 | 106 | 704 |
| 237: | The Road To Old Man's Town | The fields of youth are filled with flowers, | 1902 | 18 | 1037 |
| 238: | The Rule Of The A.J.C. | Come all ye bold trainers attend to my song, | | 32 | 876 |
| 239: | The Rum Parade | Now ye gallant Sydney boys, who have left your household joys | 1900 | 28 | 702 |
| 240: | The Sausage Candidate - A Tale Of The Elections | Our fathers, brave men were and strong, | | 80 | 986 |
| 241: | The Scapegoat | We have all of us read how the Israelites fled | 1889 | 172 | 1007 |
| 242: | The Scorcher And The Howling Swell | The Scorcher and the Howling Swell were riding through the land; | 1897 | 18 | 684 |
| 243: | The Scottish Engineer | With eyes that searched in the dark, | 1902 | 74 | 764 |
| 244: | The Seven Ages of Wise | Parliament's a stage, | 1904 | 32 | 746 |
| 245: | The Sheep-Washers’ Lament | Come now, ye sighing washers all, | | 65 | 467 |
| 246: | The Shepherd | He wore an old blue shirt the night that first we met, | | 20 | 386 |
| 247: | The Silent Shearer | Weary and listless, sad and slow, | 1933 | 56 | 940 |
| 248: | The Squatter Of The Olden Time | I’ll sing to you a fine new song, made by my blessed mate, | | 25 | 497 |
| 249: | The Squatter’s Man | Come, all ye lads an’ list to me, | | 56 | 395 |
| 250: | The Stockman | A bright sun and a loosened rein, | | 32 | 448 |
| 251: | The Stockman’s Last Bed | Be ye stockmen or no, to my story give ear. | | 19 | 461 |
| 252: | The Stockmen Of Australia | The stockmen of Australia, what rowdy boys are they, | | 35 | 406 |
| 253: | The Story Of Mongrel Grey | This is the story the stockman told | 1896 | 90 | 881 |
| 254: | The Stringy-Bark Cockatoo | I’m a broken-hearted miner, who loves his cup to drain, | | 38 | 369 |
| 255: | The Swagman | Kind friends, pray give attention | | 45 | 455 |
| 256: | The Swagman's Rest | We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave | 1895 | 56 | 1113 |
| 257: | The Traveling Post Office | The roving breezes come and go, the reed beds sweep pand sway, | 1894 | 33 | 998 |
| 258: | The Two Devines | It was shearing time at the Myall Lake, | 1894 | 48 | 954 |
| 259: | The Wallaby Brigade | You often have been told of regiments brave and bold, | | 29 | 453 |
| 260: | The Wargeilah Handicap | Wargeilah town is very small, | 1901 | 162 | 682 |
| 261: | The Weather Prophet | Ow can it rain.' the old man said, 'with things the way they are? | | 8 | 953 |
| 262: | The Wild Colonial Boy | Tis of a wild Colonial boy, Jack Doolan was his name, | | 42 | 533 |
| 263: | The Wind's Message | There came a whisper down the Bland between the dawn and dark, | 1895 | 32 | 936 |
| 264: | The Wreck Of The Golfer | It was the Bondi golfing man | 1897 | 36 | 700 |
| 265: | There's Another Blessed Horse Fell Down | When you're lying in your hammock, sleeping soft and sleeping sound, | 1900 | 24 | 805 |
| 266: | Those Names | The shearers sat in the firelight, hearty and hale and strong, | 1890 | 32 | 832 |
| 267: | Tom Collins | Who never drinks and never bets, | 1893 | 16 | 929 |
| 268: | Tommy Corrigan | You talk of riders on the flat, of nerve and pluck and pace, | 1894 | 30 | 887 |
| 269: | Two Aboriginal Songs | Korindabria, korindabria, bogarona, bogarona. Iwariniang | | 14 | 420 |
| 270: | Typographical | The Editor wrote his political screed | 1923 | 11 | 947 |
| 271: | Uncle Bill - The Larrikin's Lament | My Uncle Bill! My Uncle Bill! | 1888 | 48 | 967 |
| 272: | Under The Shadow Of Kiley's Hill | This is the place where they all were bred; | 1895 | 35 | 933 |
| 273: | Wallabi Joe | The saddle was hung on the stockyard rail, | | 38 | 390 |
| 274: | Waltzing Matilda | Oh! there once was a swagman camped in a Billabong, | 1903 | 20 | 806 |
| 275: | Weary Will | The strongest creature for his size | 1933 | 28 | 941 |
| 276: | What Have The Cavalry Done? | What have the cavalry done? | 1902 | 37 | 744 |
| 277: | When Dacey Rode The Mule | Twas to a small, up-country town, | 1893 | 60 | 979 |
| 278: | White Cockatoos | Now the autumn maize is growing, | 1933 | 40 | 940 |
| 279: | Who Is Kater Anyhow? | Why, oh why was Kater lifted | 1889 | 24 | 880 |
| 280: | Why The Jackass Laughs | The Boastful Crow and the Laughing Jack | 1933 | 50 | 951 |
| 281: | Wisdom Of Hafiz: The Philosopher Takes To Racing | My son, if you go to the races to battle with Ikey and Mo, | 1906 | 21 | 946 |
| 282: | With French To Kimberley | The Boers were down on Kimberley with siege and Maxim gun; | 1900 | 60 | 657 |
| 283: | With French to Kimberley | The Boers were down on Kimberley with siege and Maxim gun; | | 60 | 403 |
| 284: | With The Cattle | The drought is down on field and flock, | 1896 | 112 | 875 |
| 285: | With the Cattle | The drought is down on field and flock, | | 113 | 432 |
