Hay and Hell and Booligal (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
"You come and see me, boys," he said; "You'll find a welcome and a bed And whisky any time you ...
"You come and see me, boys," he said; "You'll find a welcome and a bed And whisky any time you ...
The news came down on the Castlereagh, and went to the world at large, That twenty thousand travelling sheep, with ...
The roving breezes come and go On Kiley's Run, The sleepy river murmurs low, And far away one dimly sees ...
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 ...
Our fathers, brave men were and strong, And whisky was their daily liquor; They used to move the world along ...
As I pondered very weary o'er a volume long and dreary -- For the plot was void of interest; 'twas ...
Oh, Mulligan's bar was the deuce of a place To drink, and to fight, and to gamble and race; The ...
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few, And men of religion are scanty, On a road never cross'd ...
Awake, of Muse, the echoes of a day Long past, the ghosts of mem'ries manifold -- Youth's memories that once ...
This was the way of it, don't you know -- Ryan was "wanted" for stealing sheep, And never a trooper, ...
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few, And men of religion are scanty, On a road never cross'd ...
They came from the lower levels Deep down in the Brilliant mine; From the wastes where the whirlwind revels, Whirling ...
I bought a run a while ago, On country rough and ridgy, Where wallaroos and wombats grow -- The Upper ...
I This is the sunburnt bushman who Came down from Goondiwindi, Q. II This is the Push from Waterloo That ...
Out in the grey cheerless chill of the morning light, Out on the track where the night shades still lurk, ...
The grey gull sat on a floating whale, On a floating whale sat he, And he told his tale of ...
There's never a stone at the sleeper's head, There's never a fence beside, And the wandering stock on the grave ...
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