Years after the War in Australia by Henry Lawson

The big rough boys from the runs out back were first where the balls flew / free, / And yelled in the slang of the Outside Track: ‘By God, it's a / Christmas spree! ' / ‘It's not too rusty' -- and ‘Wool away! -- stand clear of the blazing / shoots! ' -- / ‘Sheep O! Sheep O! ' -- ‘We'll cut out to-day' -- ‘Look out for the boss's / boots! ' -- / ‘What price the tally in camp to-night! ' -- ‘What price the boys Out Back! ' -- / ‘Go it, you tigers, for Right or Might and the pride of the Outside / Track! ' -- / ‘Needle and thread! ' -- ‘I have broke my comb! ' -- ‘Now ride, you flour-bags, / ride! ' -- / ‘Fight for your mates and the folk at home! ' -- ‘Here's for the Lachlan / side! ' / Those men of the West would sneer and scoff at the gates of hell ajar, / And oft the sight of a head cut off was hailed by a yell for ‘Tar!'

I heard the push in the Red Redoubt, irate at a luckless shot: / ‘Look out for the blooming shell, look out! ' -- ‘Gor' bli' me, but that's / red-hot! ' -- / ‘It's Bill the Slogger -- poor bloke -- he's done. A chunk of the shell was his; / I wish the beggar that fired that gun could get within reach of Liz. ' / ‘Those foreign gunners will give us rats, but I wish it was Bill they / missed. ' / ‘I'd like to get at their bleeding hats with a rock in my (something) / fist.'