Song of the Artesian Water (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Now the stock have started dying, for the Lord has sent a drought; But we're sick of prayers and Providence ...
Now the stock have started dying, for the Lord has sent a drought; But we're sick of prayers and Providence ...
"You come and see me, boys," he said; "You'll find a welcome and a bed And whisky any time you ...
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, ...
Awake, of Muse, the echoes of a day Long past, the ghosts of mem'ries manifold -- Youth's memories that once ...
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