A Day’s Ride (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
Bold are the mounted robbers who on stolen horses rideAnd bold the mounted troopers who patrol the Sydney side;But few ...
Bold are the mounted robbers who on stolen horses rideAnd bold the mounted troopers who patrol the Sydney side;But few ...
Nell was a bookmaker's daughter;On the day she was born there was trouble: In addition to Nell came a sister ...
Did you ever meet Bert? 'E's all over the town, In offices, shops an' in various places, Cocky an' ...
Come all ye wild colonials And listen to my tale;A story of bushrangers' deeds I will to you unveil.'Tis of ...
I saw two youths: both were fair in the face,They had set out foot to foot in life's race;But one ...
Come all ye bold trainers attend to my song,It's a rule of the A.J.C.You mustn't train ponies, for that's very ...
I used to broadcast at nightalone in a radio stationbut I was never good at itpartly because my voice wasn't ...
DEGRADE yourself to this with feverish drink,Sustained by baudy tales of urban wit;This gay environment is surely fit.Invidious females, decked ...
'Twixt the coastline and the border lay the town of Grog-an'-Grumble In the days before the bushman was a dull ...
JOCKEY'S taen the parting kiss, O'er the mountains he is gane, And with him is a' my bliss, Nought but ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
The Farmer's Goose, who in the Stubble, Has fed without Restraint, or Trouble; Grown fat with Corn and Sitting still, ...
RUM tiddy um, tiddy um, tiddy um tum tum. My knees are loose-like, my feet want to sling their selves. ...
"Aye," said the boozer, "I tell you it's true, sir, I once was a punter with plenty of pelf, But ...
Come all ye bold trainers attend to my song, It's a rule of the A.J.C. You mustn't train ponies, for ...
You never heard tell of the story? Well, now, I can hardly believe! Never heard of the honour and glory ...
My son, if you go to the races to battle with Ikey and Mo, Remember, it's seldom the pigeon can ...
You talk of riders on the flat, of nerve and pluck and pace -- Not one in fifty has the ...
On Western plains, where shade is not, 'Neath summer skies of cloudless blue, Where all is dry and all is ...
He came from "further out", That land of fear and drought And dust and gravel. He got a touch of ...
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