A Job for McGuinness (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Oh, it's dreadful to think in a country like this With its chances for work - and enjoyment That a ...
Oh, it's dreadful to think in a country like this With its chances for work - and enjoyment That a ...
The sun strikes down with a blinding glare; The skies are blue and the plains are wide, The saltbush plains ...
To the voters of Glen Innes 'twas O'Sullivan that went, To secure the country vote for Mister Hay. So he ...
So you're back from up the country, Mister Lawson, where you went, And you're cursing all the business in a ...
It was while we held our races -- Hurdles, sprints and steplechases -- Up in Dandaloo, That a crowd of ...
Now is the law of the Overland that all in the West obey -- A man must cover with travelling ...
Beyond the land where Leichhardt went, Beyond Sturt's Western track, The rolling tide of change has sent Some strange J.P.'s ...
Pro Bono Publico Went out the streets to scan, And marching to and fro He met a seedy man, Who ...
Little bush maiden, wondering-eyed, Playing alone in the creek-bed dry, In the small green flat on every side Walled in ...
And I worked my way to the end, and I Was the head of the "Flying Gang". 'Twas a chosen ...
We've travelled per Joe Gardiner, a humping of our swag In the country of the Gidgee and Belar. We've swum ...
I'M travellin' down the Castlereagh, and I'm a station hand, I'm handy with the ropin' pole, I'm handy with the ...
It was somewhere up the country, in a land of rock and scrub, That they formed an institution called the ...
"Only a pound," said the auctioneer, "Only a pound; and I'm standing here Selling this animal, gain or loss -- ...
I bought a run a while ago, On country rough and ridgy, Where wallaroos and wombats grow -- The Upper ...
'Twas in scientific circles That the great Professor Brown Had a world-wide reputation As a writer of renown. He had ...
'TWAS to a small, up-country town, When we were boys at school, There came a circus with a clown, Likewise ...
On Western plains, where shade is not, 'Neath summer skies of cloudless blue, Where all is dry and all is ...
Morgan the drover explained, As he drank from his battered quart-pot, Many a slut I have trained; This is the ...
There's never a stone at the sleeper's head, There's never a fence beside, And the wandering stock on the grave ...
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