The Rule of the A.J.C. (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Come all ye bold trainers attend to my song, It's a rule of the A.J.C. You mustn't train ponies, for ...
Come all ye bold trainers attend to my song, It's a rule of the A.J.C. You mustn't train ponies, for ...
The run of Billabong-go-dry Is just beyond Lime Burner's Gap; Its waterhole and tank supply Is excellent -- upon the ...
"Where 'ave you been this week or more, 'Aven't seen you about the war'? Thought perhaps you was at the ...
'Tis strange that in a land so strong So strong and bold in mighty youth, We have no poet's voice ...
It was while we held our races -- Hurdles, sprints and steplechases -- Up in Dandaloo, That a crowd of ...
Across the Queensland border line The mobs of cattle go; They travel down in sun and shine On dusty stage, ...
The drought is down on field and flock, The river-bed is dry; And we must shift the starving stock Before ...
Beyond the land where Leichhardt went, Beyond Sturt's Western track, The rolling tide of change has sent Some strange J.P.'s ...
Men fight all shapes and sizes as the racing horses run, And no man knows his courage till he stands ...
'Twas Driver Smith of Battery A was anxious to see a fight; He thought of the Transvaal all the day, ...
Our hero was a Tommy with a conscience free from care, And such an open countenance that when he breathed ...
This is the dam that Keele built. This is the stream that brought the water to fill the dam that ...
This is the story the stockman told On the cattle-camp, when the stars were bright; The moon rose up like ...
A man once read with mind surprised Of the way that people were "hypnotised"; By waving hands you produced, forsooth, ...
Little bush maiden, wondering-eyed, Playing alone in the creek-bed dry, In the small green flat on every side Walled in ...
Oh! the circus swooped down On the Narrabri town, For the Narrabri populace moneyed are; And the showman he smiled ...
Now the stock have started dying, for the Lord has sent a drought; But we're sick of prayers and Providence ...
OUT in the wastes of the West countrie, Out where the white stars shine, Grim and silent as such men ...
Now look, you see, it's this way like, You cross the broken bridge And run the crick down till you ...
Weary and listless, sad and slow, Without any conversation, Was a man that worked on The Overflow, The butt of ...
By the far Samoan shore, Where the league-long rollers pour All the wash of the Pacific on the coral-guarded bay, ...
I ain't the kind of bloke as takes to any steady job; I drives me bottle cart around the town; ...
Chris Watson, of the Parliament, By his Caucus Gods he swore That the great Labor Party Should suffer wrong no ...
Of course they say if this Bobadil starts He'll settle 'em all in a flash: For the pace he can ...
We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave At the foot of the Eaglehawk; We fashioned a cross on the ...
I'd reckon his weight as eight-stun-eight, And his height as five-foot-two, With a face as plain as an eight-day clock ...
I had spent the night in the watch-house -- My head was the size of three -- So I went ...
The London lights are far abeam Behind a bank of cloud, Along the shore the gaslights gleam, The gale is ...
The stranger came from Narromine and made his little joke-- "They say we folks in Narromine are narrow-minded folk. But ...
This is the story of G.R.D., Who went on a mission across the sea To borrow some money for you ...
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