Brigalow Mick (Harry Breaker Morant Poems)
A dandy old horserman is Brigalow Mick- Which his name, sir, is Michael O'Dowd -Whatever he's riding, when timber is thick, He ...
A dandy old horserman is Brigalow Mick- Which his name, sir, is Michael O'Dowd -Whatever he's riding, when timber is thick, He ...
From the runs of the Narran, wide-dotted with sheep,And loud with the lowing of cattle,We speed for a land where ...
If I call, will you hear me, O comrades of mine,When the sky in the East holds the grey of ...
SECTS in Religion?--Yes of every raceWe nurse some portion in our favour'd place;Not one warm preacher of one growing sectCan ...
{TO THE Generous SUBSCRIBERS, &c}. The Author finding all Attempts prove vain,Those glittering Smiles from Fortune to obtain:That purblind Goddess ...
A Peevish Fellow laid his Head On Pillows, stuff'd with Down; But was no sooner warm in Bed, With hopes ...
King of all the old town, gaoler, censor, too,Bane of heavy sinners doing things they shouldn't do, Terror of ...
We've had a letter from the boy,And oh, the gladness and the joyIt brought to us! We read it o'erI'd ...
We know those little country pubs, By cross-road and by creek,Where faithfully the landlord scrubs His counter once a week,And ...
Men knew and loved my calling in old days -- Days ere a bitter wisdom taught me fear.Trusting and unafraid, ...
THAT she may languish in her sumptuous flat,Ten thousand acres sweat with wool andwheat;That she may lunch, maids tend her ...
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the ...
You almost heard the surface bake, and saw the gum-leaves turn -- You could have watched the grass scorch brown ...
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the ...
White handkerchiefs wave from the short black pier As we glide to the grand old sea -- But the song ...
The future was dark and the past was dead As they gazed on the sea once more - But a ...
The squatter saw his pastures wide Decrease, as one by one The farmers moving to the west Selected on his ...
The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought, The cheque was spent that the ...
A Peevish Fellow laid his Head On Pillows, stuff'd with Down; But was no sooner warm in Bed, With hopes ...
They came in to the little town A semi-naked band subdued and silent All that remained of their tribe. They ...
Seven o'clock. The seventh day of the seventh month of the year. No sooner have I got myself up in ...
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