Cooranbean (Henry Kendall Poems)
Years fifty, and seven to boot, have smitten the children of menSince sound of a voice or a foot came ...
Years fifty, and seven to boot, have smitten the children of menSince sound of a voice or a foot came ...
Turn out, boys! — "What's up with our super. to-night? The man's mad — Two hours to daybreak I'd swear ...
'Twas Saltbush Bill, with his travelling sheep, was making his way to town; He crossed them over the Hard Times ...
We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave At the foot of the Eaglehawk; We fashioned a cross on the ...
'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze; He turned away the good old horse that served him ...
Beside the bare and beaten track of travelling flocks and herds The woodpecker went tapping on, the postman of the ...
Now the new chum loaded his three-nought-three, It's a small-bore gun, but his hopes were big. "I am fed to ...
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