There's Only You, Mate, and I

There's a Good Time Coming

Manners Maketh Man

Poor John Chow Chow

Lament the Days That Are Gone By

Three Cheers for Her Gracious Majesty

For That New Promised Land

There's a Change from the Old to the New

Toe the Scratch and Never Say Die

They Faced All the Dangers, Those Bold Bushrangers

They'll Yet Regret

Of All the Crowd That Assembled There