Andrew Barton Paterson Poems (214 Poems)
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Over The Range (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Little bush maiden, wondering-eyed, Playing alone in the creek-bed dry, In the small green flat on every side Walled in by the Moonbi ranges high; Tell me the tale of your lonely life ‘Mid the great grey forests that know … Continue reading
Tar and Feathers (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Oh! the circus swooped down On the Narrabri town, For the Narrabri populace moneyed are; And the showman he smiled At the folk he beguiled To come all the distance from Gunnedah. But a juvenile smart, Who objected to “part”, … Continue reading
Song of the Artesian Water (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Now the stock have started dying, for the Lord has sent a drought; But we’re sick of prayers and Providence — we’re going to do without; With the derricks up above us and the solid earth below, We are waiting … Continue reading
Anthony Considine (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
OUT in the wastes of the West countrie, Out where the white stars shine, Grim and silent as such men be, Rideth a man with a history- Anthony Considine. For the ways of men they are manifold As their differing … Continue reading
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 strike The second right-hand ridge. The track is hard to see in parts, But still it’s pretty clear; There’s been … Continue reading
The Silent Shearer (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Weary and listless, sad and slow, Without any conversation, Was a man that worked on The Overflow, The butt of the shed and the station. The shearers christened him Noisy Ned, With an alias “Silent Waters”, But never a needless … Continue reading
The Ballad of the Calliope (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
By the far Samoan shore, Where the league-long rollers pour All the wash of the Pacific on the coral-guarded bay, Riding lightly at their ease, In the calm of tropic seas, The three great nations’ warships at their anchors proudly … Continue reading
Bottle ‘O’ (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
I ain’t the kind of bloke as takes to any steady job; I drives me bottle cart around the town; A bloke what keeps ‘is eyes about can always make a bob — I couldn’t bear to graft for every … Continue reading
The Dauntless Three (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Chris Watson, of the Parliament, By his Caucus Gods he swore That the great Labor Party Should suffer wrong no more. By his Caucus Gods he swore it, And named a trysting day, And bade his Socialists ride forth, East … Continue reading
Sydney Cup 1899 (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Of course they say if this Bobadil starts He’ll settle ’em all in a flash: For the pace he can go will be breaking their hearts, And he ends with the “Bobadil dash”. But there’s one in the race is … Continue reading
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