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 ...
I was down the Riverina, knockin' 'round the towns a bit,And occasionally resting with a schooner in me mitt,And on ...
'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 ...
Because a little vagrant wind veered south from China Sea;Or else, because a sun-spot stirred; and yet again, maybeBecause some ...
What says the Lizard, Swinging high his shining spear? . . ."Pass along, my lady, I've known, ye ...
The boy cleared out to the city from his home at harvest time -- They were Scots of the Riverina, ...
"You come and see me, boys," he said; "You'll find a welcome and a bed And whisky any time you ...
Here in my mountain home, On rugged hills and steep, I sit and watch you come, O Riverinia Sheep! You ...
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