My Madonna
I haled me a woman from the street,

Unforgotten
I know a garden where the lilies gleam,

The Reckoning
It's fine to have a blow-out in a fancy restaurant,

Quatrains
One said: Thy life is thine to make or mar,

The Men That Don't Fit In
There's a race of men that don't fit in,

Music in the Bush
O'er the dark pines she sees the silver moon,

The Rhyme of the Remittance Man
There's a four-pronged buck a-swinging in the shadow of my cabin,

The Low-Down White
This is the pay-day up at the mines, when the bearded brutes come down,

The Little Old Log Cabin
When a man gets on his uppers in a hard-pan sort of town,

The Younger Son
If you leave the gloom of London and you seek a glowing land,