Johnny Boer (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Men fight all shapes and sizes as the racing horses run, And no man knows his courage till he stands ...
Men fight all shapes and sizes as the racing horses run, And no man knows his courage till he stands ...
As I pondered very weary o'er a volume long and dreary -- For the plot was void of interest; 'twas ...
'Twas Saltbush Bill, with his travelling sheep, was making his way to town; He crossed them over the Hard Times ...
The new chum's polo pony was the smartest pony yet -- The owner backed it for the Cup for all ...
We have sung the song of the droving days, Of the march of the travelling sheep; By silent stages and ...
The strongest creature for his size But least equipped for combat That dwells beneath Australian skies Is Weary Will the ...
Oh, Mulligan's bar was the deuce of a place To drink, and to fight, and to gamble and race; The ...
Let us cease our idle chatter, Let the tears bedew our cheek, For a man from Tallangatta Has been missing ...
The news came down on the Castlereagh, and went to the world at large, That twenty thousand travelling sheep, with ...
Across the Queensland border line The mobs of cattle go; They travel down in sun and shine On dusty stage, ...
We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave At the foot of the Eaglehawk; We fashioned a cross on the ...
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 ...
Weary and listless, sad and slow, Without any conversation, Was a man that worked on The Overflow, The butt of ...
Pro Bono Publico Went out the streets to scan, And marching to and fro He met a seedy man, Who ...
'Twas in the days of front attack; This glorious truth we'd yet to learn it -- That every "front" has ...
ALL of us play our very best game- Any other time. Golf or billiards, it's all the same- Any other ...
It was the Bondi golfing man Drove off from the golf house tee, And he had taken his little daughter ...
He had drifted in among us as a straw drifts with the tide, He was just a wand'ring mongrel from ...
The fields of youth are filled with flowers, The wine of youth is strong: What need have we to count ...
I left the course, and by my side There walked a ruined tout -- A hungry creature, evil-eyed, Who poured ...
My son, if you go to the races to battle with Ikey and Mo, Remember, it's seldom the pigeon can ...
Bring me a quart of colonial beer And some doughy damper to make good cheer, I must make a heavy ...
The boys had come back from the races All silent and down on their luck; They'd backed 'em, straight out ...
'Twas in scientific circles That the great Professor Brown Had a world-wide reputation As a writer of renown. He had ...
'Twas the horse thief, Andy Regan, that was hunted like a dog By the troopers of the upper Murray side, ...
I thought, in the days of the droving, Of steps I might hope to retrace, To be done with the ...
Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp, Where the serpents are in millions, all of the most deadly ...
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