Rio Grande (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Now this was what Macpherson told While waiting in the stand; A reckless rider, over-bold, The only man with hands ...
Now this was what Macpherson told While waiting in the stand; A reckless rider, over-bold, The only man with hands ...
Well, I've waited mighty patient while they all came rolling in, Mister Lawson, Mister Dyson, and the others of their ...
I dreamt a dream at the midnight deep, When fancies come and go To vex a man in his soothing ...
The sheep were shorn and the wool went down At the time of our local racing; And I'd earned a ...
The Premier and the Socialist Were walking through the State: They wept to see the Savings Bank Such funds accumulate. ...
By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep, And the shepherd, with his billy, half awake and half asleep, ...
Our fathers, brave men were and strong, And whisky was their daily liquor; They used to move the world along ...
I ain't the kind of bloke as takes to any steady job; I drives me bottle cart around the town; ...
Now this was what Macpherson told While waiting in the stand; A reckless rider, over-bold, The only man with hands ...
Parliament's a stage, And all the Politicians merely players! They have their exits and entrances, And Wise doth in his ...
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few, And men of religion are scanty, On a road never cross'd ...
It was the Bondi golfing man Drove off from the golf house tee, And he had taken his little daughter ...
Ambition I am the maid of the lustrous eyes Of great fruition, Whom the sons of men that are over-wise ...
It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
"He ought to be home," said the old man, "without there's something amiss. He only went to the Two-mile -- ...
Long ago the Gladiators, When the call to combat came, Marching past the massed spectators, Hailed the Emp'ror with acclaim! ...
It was a man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few, And men of religion are scanty, On a road never cross'd ...
There's a soldier that's been doing of his share In the fighting up and down and round about. He's continually ...
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