Joe Wilson and his Mates by Henry Lawson

By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach, and track -- By lonely graves of our brave dead, Up-Country and Out-Back: To where 'neath glorious clustered stars The dreamy plains expand -- My home lies wide a thousand miles In the Never-Never Land.

It lies beyond the farming belt, Wide wastes of scrub and plain, A blazing desert in the drought, A lake-land after rain; To the sky-line sweeps the waving grass, Or whirls the scorching sand -- A phantom land, a mystic land! The Never-Never Land.