The Mylora Elopement (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep, And the shepherd, with his billy, half awake and half asleep, ...
By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep, And the shepherd, with his billy, half awake and half asleep, ...
We have sung the song of the droving days, Of the march of the travelling sheep; By silent stages and ...
In distant New Zealand, whose tresses of gold The billows are ceaselessly combing, Away in a village all tranquil and ...
OUT in the wastes of the West countrie, Out where the white stars shine, Grim and silent as such men ...
This is the story the stockman told On the cattle-camp, when the stars were bright; The moon rose up like ...
We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave At the foot of the Eaglehawk; We fashioned a cross on the ...
A man once read with mind surprised Of the way that people were "hypnotised"; By waving hands you produced, forsooth, ...
Bring me a quart of colonial beer And some doughy damper to make good cheer, I must make a heavy ...
I thought, in the days of the droving, Of steps I might hope to retrace, To be done with the ...
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