Driver Smith (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
'Twas Driver Smith of Battery A was anxious to see a fight; He thought of the Transvaal all the day, ...
'Twas Driver Smith of Battery A was anxious to see a fight; He thought of the Transvaal all the day, ...
My horse had been lamed in the foot In the rocks at the back of the run, So I camped ...
"You come and see me, boys," he said; "You'll find a welcome and a bed And whisky any time you ...
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 ...
Far to the Northward there lies a land, A wonderful land that the winds blow over, And none may fathom ...
Now is the law of the Overland that all in the West obey -- A man must cover with travelling ...
The roving breezes come and go On Kiley's Run, The sleepy river murmurs low, And far away one dimly sees ...
We see it each day in the paper, And know that there's mischief in store; That some unprofessional caper Has ...
I'd reckon his weight as eight-stun-eight, And his height as five-foot-two, With a face as plain as an eight-day clock ...
Our fathers, brave men were and strong, And whisky was their daily liquor; They used to move the world along ...
Little bush maiden, wondering-eyed, Playing alone in the creek-bed dry, In the small green flat on every side Walled in ...
By the far Samoan shore, Where the league-long rollers pour All the wash of the Pacific on the coral-guarded bay, ...
Roses ruddy and roses white, What are the joys that my heart discloses? Sitting alone in the fading light Memories ...
Awake, of Muse, the echoes of a day Long past, the ghosts of mem'ries manifold -- Youth's memories that once ...
When Ironbark the turtle came to Anthony's lagoon The hills were hid behind a mist of equinoctal rain, The ripple ...
Born of a thoroughbred English race, Well proportioned and closely knit, Neat, slim figure and handsome face, Always ready and ...
There was movement at the station, for the word has passed around That the colt from old Regret had got ...
"He ought to be home," said the old man, "without there's something amiss. He only went to the Two-mile -- ...
You talk of riders on the flat, of nerve and pluck and pace -- Not one in fifty has the ...
The mountain road goes up and down From Gundagai to Tumut Town And, branching off, there runs a track Across ...
As I lie at rest on a patch of clover In the Western Park when the day is done. I ...
There's a soldier that's been doing of his share In the fighting up and down and round about. He's continually ...
Out in the grey cheerless chill of the morning light, Out on the track where the night shades still lurk, ...
I thought, in the days of the droving, Of steps I might hope to retrace, To be done with the ...
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