| Harry Clarrie. |
I'm going to marry Harry, sweetest little harry Clarrie |
| Harry Dale The Drover. |
The stony ridges across the rolling plains |
| Haul On The Bowline (f) |
Haul the bowline, the fore and maintop bowlin' |
| Haul The Bowline |
Haul the bowline, the bonny ship's a-rolling |
| Have You Ever Been to See Kings Cross # |
If you think you've done some travelling, like to say you've been around |
| Heenan & Sayers. |
Come all you lovers of the fisticuff, and give attention to my song |
Heenan & Sayers.  |
You ranting lads and fighting boys, come listen to my song |
| Help The Goaled |
At this hour when the plutes dictate |
| Here's To The Tree Of Life. |
Here's to the tree of life, long may it grow |
| Hermit (Pilgrim of Love). |
A hermit who dwelt in the solitude crossed me |
| Heroes of the Fire Brigade# |
There's a cheer and a shout, as the men rush out |
| Holy Dan. |
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| Home On The Range |
Off-times at night with the stars shining bright |
| Home Rule For Ireland. |
You sons of Erin's Isle, just listen for a while |
| Honeymoon Song (Bald-Headed End of the Broom). |
Oh love it is a very funny thing |
| Hornsby Girls' High School Song # |
Minerva, by our southern seas her sacred groves replanted [1970s] |
| Horse Racing |
Hark! The bells are ringing, to the paddocks let's away |
| Horse Racing Ditty. |
Oh, stop the horses or I'm ruined |
| How Gilbert Died. |
There never was stone at the sleeper's head |
| Hurrah for the Life of a Stockman |
Pass around the pannikin, merry let us be |
| Hush A-Bye Radar. |
Hush a bye radar, up in the sky |
| Hustling Hinkler. |
Hustling Hinkler up in the sky |
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