The Sausage Candidate-A Tale of the Elections (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Our fathers, brave men were and strong, And whisky was their daily liquor; They used to move the world along ...
Our fathers, brave men were and strong, And whisky was their daily liquor; They used to move the world along ...
Men fight all shapes and sizes as the racing horses run, And no man knows his courage till he stands ...
By the far Samoan shore, Where the league-long rollers pour All the wash of the Pacific on the coral-guarded bay, ...
We have sung the song of the droving days, Of the march of the travelling sheep; By silent stages and ...
'Tis strange that in a land so strong So strong and bold in mighty youth, We have no poet's voice ...
Oh! the circus swooped down On the Narrabri town, For the Narrabri populace moneyed are; And the showman he smiled ...
The news came down on the Castlereagh, and went to the world at large, That twenty thousand travelling sheep, with ...
OUT in the wastes of the West countrie, Out where the white stars shine, Grim and silent as such men ...
Well, I've waited mighty patient while they all came rolling in, Mister Lawson, Mister Dyson, and the others of their ...
Far to the Northward there lies a land, A wonderful land that the winds blow over, And none may fathom ...
I dreamt a dream at the midnight deep, When fancies come and go To vex a man in his soothing ...
Trumpets of the Lancer Corps Sound a loud reveille; Sound it over Sydney shore, Send the message far and wide ...
A man once read with mind surprised Of the way that people were "hypnotised"; By waving hands you produced, forsooth, ...
O west of all that a man holds dear, on the edge of the Kingdom Come, Where carriage is far ...
An angel stood beside the bed Where lay the living and the dead. He gave the mother -- her who ...
Now the new chum loaded his three-nought-three, It's a small-bore gun, but his hopes were big. "I am fed to ...
The chorus frogs in the big lagoon Would sing their songs to the silvery moon. Tenor singers were out of ...
Ambition I am the maid of the lustrous eyes Of great fruition, Whom the sons of men that are over-wise ...
The Mountains A land of sombre, silent hills, where mountain cattle go By twisted tracks, on sidelings deep, where giant ...
My son, if you go to the races to battle with Ikey and Mo, Remember, it's seldom the pigeon can ...
As I lie at rest on a patch of clover In the Western Park when the day is done. I ...
The Boastful Crow and the Laughing Jack Were telling tales of the outer back: "I've just been travelling far and ...
'Twas the dingo pup to his dam that said, "It's time I worked for my daily bread. Out in the ...
Out where the grey streams glide, Sullen and deep and slow, And the alligators slide From the mud to the ...
I thought, in the days of the droving, Of steps I might hope to retrace, To be done with the ...
Him goin' to ride for us! Him -- with the pants and the eyeglass and all. Amateur! don't he just ...
The grey gull sat on a floating whale, On a floating whale sat he, And he told his tale of ...
Into her presence he gaily pranced, A very fat spark, and a bit advanced. With a Samson tread on the ...
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