Song of the Old Bullock-Driv (Henry Lawson Poems)
Far back in the days when the blacks used to ramble In long single file 'neath the evergreen tree,The wool-teams in ...
Far back in the days when the blacks used to ramble In long single file 'neath the evergreen tree,The wool-teams in ...
'TWAS merry when the hut was full Of jolly girls and fellows.We danced and sang until we burst The concertina's bellows.From distant ...
I 'T is the middle of night on the Greenfield farm And the creatures are huddled to keep them from ...
This is the yarn that M'Larty told by the brazier fire,Where over the mud-filled trenches the star-shells blaze and expire ...
"A great while ago there was a schoolboy who lived in a cottage by the sea,And the very first thing ...
Along the wharves in sailor town a singing whisper goesOf the wind among the anchored ships, the wind that blowsOff ...
Metallic waves of people jarThrough crackling green toward the barWhere on the tables chattering-whiteThe sharp drinks quarrel with the light.Those ...
There are lights a-flashing in the harbour from the ships at anchor where they ride,And a dry wind going through ...
Stairs fly as straight as hawks;Or else in spirals, curve out of curve, pausingAt a ledge to poise their wings ...
There once was a happy Hyena Who played on an old concertina. He dressed very well, And in ...
When the caravans of wool-teams climbed the ranges from the West, On a spur among the mountains stood `The Bullock-drivers' ...
I've a head like a concertina: I've a tongue like a button-stick: I've a mouth like an old potato, and ...
Drunk, I kissed the moon where it stretched on the floor. I'd removed happiness from a green bottle, both sipped ...
Stairs fly as straight as hawks; Or else in spirals, curve out of curve, pausing At a ledge to poise ...
RUM tiddy um, tiddy um, tiddy um tum tum. My knees are loose-like, my feet want to sling their selves. ...
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