| Sailor's Farewell |
Farewell Mary, I must leave, the anchor's weighed |
| Sailor's Grave |
Our barque was far, far from land |
| Sally Bain @ |
I once did love a yeller girl |
| Sally In The Ballet # |
Of all the girls that are so smart there's none like pretty Sally |
| Salvationists. |
Oh let the weather be ever so rough and the wind ever so strong |
| Sam Holt (Black Alice). |
Oh, don't you remember Black Alice, Sam Holt? |
| Sally Bail |
I once did love a yeller girl, I lubbed her as a life |
| Saveloy |
One evening at the hotel 'Tea and Toast' |
| Save Us From Our Fate. |
The pharaohs had the pyramids |
| Scab's Hymn. |
On the seventh of September we called a one day strike |
| Scavenger Dan # |
A dirty old man is our Scavenger bird |
School Song for St Joseph's College
Nudgee (f) # |
Life is great in the Sunshine State |
| Scotch Burgoo & Irish Stew # |
I came from dear old Scotland where the praties grow sweet |
| Scratch My Back |
One night in a cheap lodging house |
| Screw And The Keys |
Once I was happy and now I'm forlorn |
| Searle # |
See the colours I have here, to colonial hearts, so dear |
| Settler's Lament |
All you on emigration bent, with home and family discontent |
| Seventh Royal Fusilliers # |
Gay was the crowd that went to the ferryboat |
| Shanghai Brown (f) |
Shanghai Brown has gone aloft |
| Shat |
There was a little fly and he flew into a store |
| Shearer and the Rouseabout. |
A shearer and a rouseabout, they met the other day |
| Shearer's Ditty # |
Oh when the shearing is over |
| Shearer's Hardships |
Oh, dear, I feel so queer, I don't know what to do |
| Shearer's Lament. |
I was shearing outback, by a wayside track |
| Shearing Time # |
The shearing time has come again |
| Shearing in the Bar |
My shearing days are over, though I never was a 'gun' |
| Shearing's Over (f) |
Oh, when the shearing's over, we will live in clover |
| She'll Be Wearing Khaki Issue # |
She'll be wearing khaki issue when she comes, |
| Shenandoah (f) |
Polly's the girl, just took my fancy |
| Shipmates |
Not a sail, not a boat on the rough sea line |
| Silvermine (f) |
At the turn of the straight, a good horse met his fate |
| Sing a Song of Melbourne (f) |
Sing a song of Melbourne |
| Sing a Song Of Mischief |
Sing a song of mischief, policemen standing by |
| Sir Henry (f) |
Sir Henry, Sir Henry, Sir Henry kissed the Quaker |
| Sister Lilly |
I love a sunburnt country, a democratic country |
| Skulls on Skulls (f) |
Skulls on skulls and limbs on limbs |
| Smithy. |
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| Soldiers in Khaki # |
Soldiers in khaki, sailors in blue |
| Song for Telpoea # |
United by the music |
| Song of the Australian Squatter # |
While senators make the Macquarie Street halls |
| Song of the Coal Miner |
I carried my swag through Australia's out-back |
| Song of the Jackaroo # |
Who would not be a bushman, to lead a life so free |
| Song of the 'Sydney' # |
The 'Emden', a cultured rover, to the Indian Seas sailed over |
| Song Of The Tram Driver # |
As we speed upon our way, with our motors puffing gay |
| Southern Cross (f) |
Olle heigh ho! Blow your horns, blow |
| Sportsman Song # |
We've sent from Australia some famous pugilists |
| Squires versus Burns |
We'll shortly see a battle twixt Squires and Tommy Burns |
| Starry Night for a Ramble. |
That's a starry night for a ramble. All through a flowery dell |
| Stick To Your Boats (f) |
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| Stokers |
The Captain on the bridge above, thinks he owns the show |
| Stockman's Lament # |
Whether stockman or not, for a moment give ear |
| Stockman's Last Rest. |
Dear Jack now is dead and gone from us now |
| Stormalong (f) |
He was an old man with a very long nose, Stormalong |
| Stringybark & Greenhide. |
Stringybark will light your fire, greenhide will never fail yer |
| Stuck Up At The Mill. |
For bullock bells at night keep me awake 'till daylight |
| Stump Speech. |
Ladies and gentlemen, hearers and shearers, |
| Sunshine Railway Disaster |
If those trains had only run |
| Sunshine Railway Smash # |
There were parting words and kisses, there were promises to write |
| Sweet Jenny of the Moor # |
One morn for recreation, as I strayed by the seaside |
| Swim Sammy Swim (Sammy Was A Sailor). |
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| Sydney Belmore Markets # |
Hat sir? The very thing for you |
| Sydney ditty |
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| Sydney races (f) |
pledge from the Cup this first Australian prize |
Syrian Mary #  |
From Mudgee to Lithgow she's always travelling 'round |
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