On the Wallaby (Henry Lawson Poem)
Now the tent poles are rotting, the camp fires are dead, And the possums may gambol in trees overhead; I ...
Now the tent poles are rotting, the camp fires are dead, And the possums may gambol in trees overhead; I ...
I'm lyin' on the barren ground that's baked and cracked with drought, And dunno if my legs or back or ...
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled ...
By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach, and track -- By lonely graves of our brave dead, Up-Country and ...
Australia's a big country An' Freedom's humping bluey, An' Freedom's on the wallaby Oh! don't you hear 'er cooey? She's ...
Oh, never let on to your own true love That ever you drank a drop; That ever you played in ...
1895 There's a Legion that never was listed, That carries no colours or crest, But, split in a thousand detachments, ...
Inhaling your love exhaling a bit of your grace breathing this prayer of asking God to change me to move ...
His face in the calmness solemness of prayer reverently stilling his mind so it must be coming back into dialogue ...
God, by his will, by his voice creating light into the darkness beginning, day, night bound by God's word the ...
He said his name was Billy, he worked in the same spot in this place the same spot he said ...
The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fellers all thought well uv, And there befell the episode I now perpose ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Who was cursed with the Sin of Pride, and Became a Boot-Black. Godolphin Horne was Nobly Born; He held the ...
HOW wisdom and Folly meet, mix, and unite, How Virtue and Vice blend their black and their white, How Genius, ...
THOU, Liberty, thou art my theme; Not such as idle poets dream, Who trick thee up a heathen goddess That ...
LIGHT lay the earth on Billy's breast, His chicken heart so tender; But build a castle on his head, His ...
WE cam na here to view your warks, In hopes to be mair wise, But only, lest we gang to ...
By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep, And the shepherd, with his billy, half awake and half asleep, ...
My horse had been lamed in the foot In the rocks at the back of the run, So I camped ...
Born of a thoroughbred English race, Well proportioned and closely knit, Neat, slim figure and handsome face, Always ready and ...
'Twas on the famous Empire run, Whose sun does never set, Whose grass and water, so they say, Have never ...
Oh, some folk think vice-royalty is festive and hilarious, The duties of an A.D.C. are manifold and various, So listen, ...
He came from "further out", That land of fear and drought And dust and gravel. He got a touch of ...
Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp, Where the serpents are in millions, all of the most deadly ...
Oh! there once was a swagman camped in the Billabong, Under the shade of a Coolabah tree; And he sang ...
It is common knowledge to every schoolboy and even every Bachelor of Arts, That all sin is divided into two ...
'Twas about the beginning of the past century Billy Bowls was pressed into the British Navy, And conveyed on board ...
"Goneys an' gullies an' all o' the birds o' the sea They ain't no birds, not really", said Billy the ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
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