How Jack Bowlin Steered Jones (Edwin James Brady Poems)
JACK BOWLIN wuz the joker's name, A sailor chap wuz 'e, Who left his ship, the Golden Flame ,To run ...
JACK BOWLIN wuz the joker's name, A sailor chap wuz 'e, Who left his ship, the Golden Flame ,To run ...
I'm a broken-hearted miner, who loves his cup to drain,Which often-times has caused me to lie in frost and rain.Roaming ...
Oh, say, have you seen at the Willows so green-- So charming and rurally true--A singular bird, with a manner ...
Cities burn behind us; the lake glitters. A tall loudspeaker is announcing prizes; Another, by the lake, the times of ...
If one could be mine for the askingOf all the ships there be,The great and small and swift and tallThat ...
Come, all you jolly natives, and I'll relate to youSome of my observations — adventures, too, a few.I've travelled about ...
They had a new gnu at the ZooAnd nobody knew.Tho' the keeper, they say, had a clue;And that's probably true,Since ...
'Twas a New England Cocky, as of late I've been told,Who died, so 'tis said, on account of the cold.When ...
'Tis the early summer season, when the skies are clear and blue;When wide warm fields are glad with corn as ...
Dwell not with me,For you'll never seeMore than a possum or a kangaroo,And now and then a cockatoo.Oh, would you ...
Sent as a present from Annam-A red cockatoo.Colored like the peach-tree blossom,Speaking with the speech of men.And they did to ...
I Everyone has their own peculiar price, not quantifiable in currency. When my hypodermic grazed your vein, you confessed yours. ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
1 Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair, And the green freedom of a ...
The sun strikes down with a blinding glare; The skies are blue and the plains are wide, The saltbush plains ...
Of all the docks upon the blue There was no dockyard, old or new, To touch the dock at Cockatoo. ...
Weary and listless, sad and slow, Without any conversation, Was a man that worked on The Overflow, The butt of ...
The boys had come back from the races All silent and down on their luck; They'd backed 'em, straight out ...
What! you don't like him; well, maybe -- we all have our fancies, of course: Brumby to look at, you ...
Now the new chum loaded his three-nought-three, It's a small-bore gun, but his hopes were big. "I am fed to ...
Now the autumn maize is growing, Now the corn-cob fills, Where the Little River flowing Winds among the hills. Over ...
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