Mulligan’s Mare (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Oh, Mulligan's bar was the deuce of a place To drink, and to fight, and to gamble and race; The ...
Oh, Mulligan's bar was the deuce of a place To drink, and to fight, and to gamble and race; The ...
My horse had been lamed in the foot In the rocks at the back of the run, So I camped ...
The track that led to Carmody's is choked and overgrown, The suckers of the stringybark have made the place their ...
Parliament's a stage, And all the Politicians merely players! They have their exits and entrances, And Wise doth in his ...
In the good old days when the Army's ways were simple and unrefined, With a stock to keep their chins ...
I dreamt a dream at the midnight deep, When fancies come and go To vex a man in his soothing ...
Come all ye bold trainers attend to my song, It's a rule of the A.J.C. You mustn't train ponies, for ...
This is the story the stockman told On the cattle-camp, when the stars were bright; The moon rose up like ...
Now look, you see, it's this way like, You cross the broken bridge And run the crick down till you ...
We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave At the foot of the Eaglehawk; We fashioned a cross on the ...
This is the place where they all were bred; Some of the rafters are standing still; Now they are scattered ...
"I'll introduce a friend!" he said, "And if you've got a vacant pen You'd better take him in the shed ...
Little bush maiden, wondering-eyed, Playing alone in the creek-bed dry, In the small green flat on every side Walled in ...
'Twas Driver Smith of Battery A was anxious to see a fight; He thought of the Transvaal all the day, ...
It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
When Ironbark the turtle came to Anthony's lagoon The hills were hid behind a mist of equinoctal rain, The ripple ...
'Twas on the famous Empire run, Whose sun does never set, Whose grass and water, so they say, Have never ...
There was movement at the station, for the word has passed around That the colt from old Regret had got ...
This was the way of it, don't you know -- Ryan was "wanted" for stealing sheep, And never a trooper, ...
It was a man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
The mountain road goes up and down From Gundagai to Tumut Town And, branching off, there runs a track Across ...
As I lie at rest on a patch of clover In the Western Park when the day is done. I ...
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 ...
I thought, in the days of the droving, Of steps I might hope to retrace, To be done with the ...
The railway rattled and roared and swung With jolting and bumping trucks. The sun, like a billiard red ball, hung ...
The Maoris are a mighty race -- the finest ever known; Before the missionaries came they worshipped wood and stone; ...
Not for the love of women toil we, we of the craft, Not for the people's praise; Only because our ...
Into her presence he gaily pranced, A very fat spark, and a bit advanced. With a Samson tread on the ...
I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better Knowledge, sent to where I met him ...
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