The Seven Ages of Wise (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Parliament's a stage, And all the Politicians merely players! They have their exits and entrances, And Wise doth in his ...
Parliament's a stage, And all the Politicians merely players! They have their exits and entrances, And Wise doth in his ...
Well, I've waited mighty patient while they all came rolling in, Mister Lawson, Mister Dyson, and the others of their ...
The drought is down on field and flock, The river-bed is dry; And we must shift the starving stock Before ...
We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave At the foot of the Eaglehawk; We fashioned a cross on the ...
Beyond the land where Leichhardt went, Beyond Sturt's Western track, The rolling tide of change has sent Some strange J.P.'s ...
A man once read with mind surprised Of the way that people were "hypnotised"; By waving hands you produced, forsooth, ...
By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep, And the shepherd, with his billy, half awake and half asleep, ...
Little bush maiden, wondering-eyed, Playing alone in the creek-bed dry, In the small green flat on every side Walled in ...
'Twas Driver Smith of Battery A was anxious to see a fight; He thought of the Transvaal all the day, ...
The London lights are far abeam Behind a bank of cloud, Along the shore the gaslights gleam, The gale is ...
So you're back from up the country, Mister Lawson, where you went, And you're cursing all the business in a ...
Did you ever hear tell of Chili? I was readin' the other day Of President Balmaceda and of how he ...
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