The Maori Pig Market (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
In distant New Zealand, whose tresses of gold The billows are ceaselessly combing, Away in a village all tranquil and ...
In distant New Zealand, whose tresses of gold The billows are ceaselessly combing, Away in a village all tranquil and ...
O west of all that a man holds dear, on the edge of the Kingdom Come, Where carriage is far ...
'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze; He turned away the good old horse that served him ...
Wargeilah town is very small, There's no cathedral nor a club, In fact the township, all in all, Is just ...
The long day passes with its load of sorrow: In slumber deep I lay me down to rest until tomorrow ...
Morgan the drover explained, As he drank from his battered quart-pot, Many a slut I have trained; This is the ...
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