The Road to Hogan’s Gap (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Now look, you see, it's this way like, You cross the broken bridge And run the crick down till you ...
Now look, you see, it's this way like, You cross the broken bridge And run the crick down till you ...
Now is the law of the Overland that all in the West obey -- A man must cover with travelling ...
There came a whisper down the Bland between the dawn and dark, Above the tossing of the pines, above the ...
A man once read with mind surprised Of the way that people were "hypnotised"; By waving hands you produced, forsooth, ...
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 ...
The sheep were shorn and the wool went down At the time of our local racing; And I'd earned a ...
"Where 'ave you been this week or more, 'Aven't seen you about the war'? Thought perhaps you was at the ...
By the far Samoan shore, Where the league-long rollers pour All the wash of the Pacific on the coral-guarded bay, ...
The roving breezes come and go, the reed-beds sweep and sway, The sleepy river murmers low,and loiters on its way, ...
Well, I've waited mighty patient while they all came rolling in, Mister Lawson, Mister Dyson, and the others of their ...
"Aye," said the boozer, "I tell you it's true, sir, I once was a punter with plenty of pelf, But ...
West of Dubbo the west begins The land of leisure and hope and trust, Where the black man stalks with ...
Awake, of Muse, the echoes of a day Long past, the ghosts of mem'ries manifold -- Youth's memories that once ...
Australia takes her pen in hand To write a line to you, To let you fellows understand How proud we ...
Kanzo Makame, the diver, sturdy and small Japanee, Seeker of pearls and of pearl-shell down in the depths of the ...
When you're lying in your hammock, sleeping soft and sleeping sound, Without a care or trouble on your mind, And ...
The daylight is dying Away in the west, The wild birds are flying in silence to rest; In leafage and ...
As I lie at rest on a patch of clover In the Western Park when the day is done. I ...
The daylight is dying Away in the west, The wild birds are flying In silence to rest; In leafage and ...
Out in the grey cheerless chill of the morning light, Out on the track where the night shades still lurk, ...
I thought, in the days of the droving, Of steps I might hope to retrace, To be done with the ...
The shearers sat in the firelight, hearty and hale and strong, After the hard day's shearing, passing the joke along: ...
An angel stood beside the bed Where lay the living and the dead. He gave the mother -- her who ...
ALL of us play our very best game- Any other time. Golf or billiards, it's all the same- Any other ...
You never heard tell of the story? Well, now, I can hardly believe! Never heard of the honour and glory ...
He had drifted in among us as a straw drifts with the tide, He was just a wand'ring mongrel from ...
"HALT! Who goes there?" The sentry's call Rose on the midnight air Above the noises of the camp, The roll ...
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