Mulligan’s Mare (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Oh, Mulligan's bar was the deuce of a place To drink, and to fight, and to gamble and race; The ...
Oh, Mulligan's bar was the deuce of a place To drink, and to fight, and to gamble and race; The ...
Across the Queensland border line The mobs of cattle go; They travel down in sun and shine On dusty stage, ...
A man once read with mind surprised Of the way that people were "hypnotised"; By waving hands you produced, forsooth, ...
Of all the docks upon the blue There was no dockyard, old or new, To touch the dock at Cockatoo. ...
OUT in the wastes of the West countrie, Out where the white stars shine, Grim and silent as such men ...
Weary and listless, sad and slow, Without any conversation, Was a man that worked on The Overflow, The butt of ...
By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep, And the shepherd, with his billy, half awake and half asleep, ...
The widow sought the lawyer's room with children three in tow, She told the lawyer man her tale in tones ...
This is the story of G.R.D., Who went on a mission across the sea To borrow some money for you ...
I'd reckon his weight as eight-stun-eight, And his height as five-foot-two, With a face as plain as an eight-day clock ...
Our fathers, brave men were and strong, And whisky was their daily liquor; They used to move the world along ...
Here lies a bloke who's just gone West, A Number One Australian; He took his gun and did his best ...
Well, I've waited mighty patient while they all came rolling in, Mister Lawson, Mister Dyson, and the others of their ...
Oh, there's some that breeds the Devon that's as solid as a stone, And there's some that breeds the brindle ...
Men fight all shapes and sizes as the racing horses run, And no man knows his courage till he stands ...
So you're back from up the country, Mister Lawson, where you went, And you're cursing all the business in a ...
Far to the Northward there lies a land, A wonderful land that the winds blow over, And none may fathom ...
It was shearing time at the Myall Lake, And then rose the sound through the livelong day Of the constant ...
By the far Samoan shore, Where the league-long rollers pour All the wash of the Pacific on the coral-guarded bay, ...
It was while we held our races -- Hurdles, sprints and steplechases -- Up in Dandaloo, That a crowd of ...
"Aye," said the boozer, "I tell you it's true, sir, I once was a punter with plenty of pelf, But ...
The sheep were shorn and the wool went down At the time of our local racing; And I'd earned a ...
As I pondered very weary o'er a volume long and dreary -- For the plot was void of interest; 'twas ...
Our hero was a Tommy with a conscience free from care, And such an open countenance that when he breathed ...
Oh, Mr Gilhooley he turned up his toes, As most of you know, soon or late; And Jones was a ...
Pro Bono Publico Went out the streets to scan, And marching to and fro He met a seedy man, Who ...
The shades of night had fallen at last, When through the house a shadow passed, That once had been the ...
The stranger came from Narromine and made his little joke-- "They say we folks in Narromine are narrow-minded folk. But ...
'The man who brought the railway through -- our friend the engineer.' They cheer his pluck and enterprise and engineering ...
'Twas in the days of front attack; This glorious truth we'd yet to learn it -- That every "front" has ...
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