Saltbush Bill on the Patriarchs (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Come all you little rouseabouts and climb upon my knee; To-day, you see, is Christmas Day, and so it's up ...
Come all you little rouseabouts and climb upon my knee; To-day, you see, is Christmas Day, and so it's up ...
Beyond the land where Leichhardt went, Beyond Sturt's Western track, The rolling tide of change has sent Some strange J.P.'s ...
By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep, And the shepherd, with his billy, half awake and half asleep, ...
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 ...
What have the cavalry done? Cantered and trotted about, Routin' the enemy out, Causin' the beggars to run! And we ...
'Twas Saltbush Bill, with his travelling sheep, was making his way to town; He crossed them over the Hard Times ...
There's nothing here sublime, But just a roving rhyme, Run off to pass the time, With nought titanic in. The ...
Oh, the new-chum went to the backblock run, But he should have gone there last week. He tramped ten miles ...
Oh, Mulligan's bar was the deuce of a place To drink, and to fight, and to gamble and race; The ...
My horse had been lamed in the foot In the rocks at the back of the run, So I camped ...
Now the stock have started dying, for the Lord has sent a drought; But we're sick of prayers and Providence ...
The news came down on the Castlereagh, and went to the world at large, That twenty thousand travelling sheep, with ...
I wooed her with a steeplechase, I won her with a fall, I made her heartstrings quiver on the flat ...
The drought is down on field and flock, The river-bed is dry; And we must shift the starving stock Before ...
This is the story the stockman told On the cattle-camp, when the stars were bright; The moon rose up like ...
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 ...
The roving breezes come and go On Kiley's Run, The sleepy river murmurs low, And far away one dimly sees ...
What! you don't like him; well, maybe -- we all have our fancies, of course: Brumby to look at, you ...
We have all of us read how the Israelites fled From Egypt with Pharaoh in eager pursuit of 'em, And ...
You never heard tell of the story? Well, now, I can hardly believe! Never heard of the honour and glory ...
The railway rattled and roared and swung With jolting and bumping trucks. The sun, like a billiard red ball, hung ...
'Twas on the famous Empire run, Whose sun does never set, Whose grass and water, so they say, Have never ...
My son, if you go to the races to battle with Ikey and Mo, Remember, it's seldom the pigeon can ...
Australia takes her pen in hand To write a line to you, To let you fellows understand How proud we ...
I bought a run a while ago, On country rough and ridgy, Where wallaroos and wombats grow -- The Upper ...
He came from "further out", That land of fear and drought And dust and gravel. He got a touch of ...
Did you ever hear tell of Chili? I was readin' the other day Of President Balmaceda and of how he ...
Now listen to me and I'll tell you my views concerning the African war, And the man who upholds any ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories