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SONG TITLE FIRST LINE
Off to Philadelphia At a Band of Hope excursion
Off To The Shearing The shearing time has come again, and men on bike and horse
Old Apple Tree. In the shade of the old apple tree, a beautiful made bent to pee
Old Bob Ridley Oh! White folks, I will sing you a ditty,
Old Bullock Dray. Oh, the shearing is all over and the wool is coming down
Old Bullock Dray. Now the shearing is all over and the wool is coming down
Old Dad (f) Oh, my old daddy, he went for a swim
Old Glory. He had come to Neumerella in the drought of '98
Old House On The Same Old Street. P
Old Ireland Free. They say we are going to freedom
Old Macquarie. Noah he built himself an ark
Old Melbourne Ditty Old Jimmy Brooks and his troopers so tall
Old Oak Tree Murder. Dark was the night, cold blew the blast and quietly fell the rain
Old Rustic Bridge By The Mill. S
Old Folks At Home way down bends the Yarra Ribber, not far away
Old Ship of Mine So goodbye Old Ship of mine
Old Slow Go. P
Olden Duff Once more we sit beside the silver cover
O'Loughlin. O'Loughlin is a citizen of credit and renown
One Big Industrial Union The good old red book, boys, we'll sing
Only a Girl In Uniform I'm only a girl in a uniform, A pitiful sight to see.
Only A Leaf. It's only a leaf
Only One More Drink. Only one more drink said the hardy bushman
'Orror upon 'orror 'ead  A story I'll tell without any flam, in Sydney there lived a fast young man.
Ossie Eyre My name is Ossie Eyre I'm the leader of the band
Our Captain (f) We were all hearty seamen, no colds did we fear
Our Dirty Second Floor there's a low-back public at the corner of the street
Our Jack's Come Home Today Our Jack's come out of quod to-day, to Pentridge he has been
Our Little Ships. Heave ho! A cheer for our ships.
Our New Bank. In Whitemark's fair city
Our Own Importance. Sometimes when you're feeling important
Out On The Downs. Picture a home on the Darling Downs
Outward Bound We are outward bound for Nelson Town

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