Shifting Camp (Rex Ingamells Poems)
Glint of gumtrees in the dawn,so million coloured: bush wind-bornemagpie-music, rising, falling;and voices of the stockmen calling.Bellowing of cattle: stamping,impatient ...
Glint of gumtrees in the dawn,so million coloured: bush wind-bornemagpie-music, rising, falling;and voices of the stockmen calling.Bellowing of cattle: stamping,impatient ...
'TWAS night-and where a watery sound Came moaning up the Flat,Six rude and bearded stockmen round Their blazing ...
That's his saddle on the tie-beam, And them's his spurs up thereOn the wall-plate over yonder — ...
There was an agile sailor ladWho longed to know the bushSo with his swag and billy-canHe said he'd make a ...
Out on the wastes of the Never Never -That's where the dead men lie!There where the heat-waves dance forever -That's ...
The boss last night in the hut did say —"We start to muster at break of day;So be up first ...
Where are the stockmen bluff and bold,Who pitched their tents on the far frontier,Where wealth was not in bond or ...
Now, shut your mouths, you loafers all, You vex me with your twaddle,You own a nag or big ...
The stockmen of Australia, what rowdy boys are they,They will curse and swear a hurricane if you come in their ...
Can this be the old town of wheat-teams and saddle-hacks, Of Ted Toll's smithy, with the anvil ringing clear,Of stacks ...
The saddle was hung on the stockyard rail,And the poor old horse stood whisking his tail,For there never was seen ...
Now, my gift of crude invective is astonishingly high, And I've quite a flair for fierce vituperation,But I have to ...
Down here in Cactus Center we ain't much on splittin' hairs;In the fancy shades of language we are puttin' on ...
The diggers came from Bendigo, From Albury the drovers,From where the Goulburn waters flowCame bearded teamsters travelling slow. ...
Be ye stockmen or no, to my story give ear.Alas! for poor Jack, no more shall we hearThe crack of ...
The squatter saw his pastures wide Decrease, as one by one The farmers moving to the west Selected on his ...
It was while we held our races -- Hurdles, sprints and steplechases -- Up in Dandaloo, That a crowd of ...
The roving breezes come and go On Kiley's Run, The sleepy river murmurs low, And far away one dimly sees ...
Born of a thoroughbred English race, Well proportioned and closely knit, Neat, slim figure and handsome face, Always ready and ...
There was movement at the station, for the word has passed around That the colt from old Regret had got ...
It was somewhere up the country, in a land of rock and scrub, That they formed an institution called the ...
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