The Sausage Candidate-A Tale of the Elections (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Our fathers, brave men were and strong, And whisky was their daily liquor; They used to move the world along ...
Our fathers, brave men were and strong, And whisky was their daily liquor; They used to move the world along ...
The sheep were shorn and the wool went down At the time of our local racing; And I'd earned a ...
And I worked my way to the end, and I Was the head of the "Flying Gang". 'Twas a chosen ...
There was movement at the station, for the word has passed around That the colt from old Regret had got ...
It was somewhere up the country, in a land of rock and scrub, That they formed an institution called the ...
As I lie at rest on a patch of clover In the Western Park when the day is done. I ...
Now the autumn maize is growing, Now the corn-cob fills, Where the Little River flowing Winds among the hills. Over ...
Bring me a quart of colonial beer And some doughy damper to make good cheer, I must make a heavy ...
'Twas in scientific circles That the great Professor Brown Had a world-wide reputation As a writer of renown. He had ...
Out where the grey streams glide, Sullen and deep and slow, And the alligators slide From the mud to the ...
The grey gull sat on a floating whale, On a floating whale sat he, And he told his tale of ...
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