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 ...
Weary and listless, sad and slow, Without any conversation, Was a man that worked on The Overflow, The butt of ...
By the far Samoan shore, Where the league-long rollers pour All the wash of the Pacific on the coral-guarded bay, ...
I ain't the kind of bloke as takes to any steady job; I drives me bottle cart around the town; ...
Chris Watson, of the Parliament, By his Caucus Gods he swore That the great Labor Party Should suffer wrong no ...
Of course they say if this Bobadil starts He'll settle 'em all in a flash: For the pace he can ...
We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave At the foot of the Eaglehawk; We fashioned a cross on the ...
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 ...
I had spent the night in the watch-house -- My head was the size of three -- So I went ...
The London lights are far abeam Behind a bank of cloud, Along the shore the gaslights gleam, The gale is ...
The stranger came from Narromine and made his little joke-- "They say we folks in Narromine are narrow-minded folk. But ...
This is the story of G.R.D., Who went on a mission across the sea To borrow some money for you ...
Now is the law of the Overland that all in the West obey -- A man must cover with travelling ...
Oh, there's some that breeds the Devon that's as solid as a stone, And there's some that breeds the brindle ...
As I pondered very weary o'er a volume long and dreary -- For the plot was void of interest; 'twas ...
The strongest creature for his size But least equipped for combat That dwells beneath Australian skies Is Weary Will the ...
The track that led to Carmody's is choked and overgrown, The suckers of the stringybark have made the place their ...
The Scorcher and the Howling Swell were riding through the land; They wept like anything to see the hills on ...
It came from the prison this morning, Close-twisted, neat-lettered, and flat; It lies the hall doorway adorning, A very good ...
We're away! and the wind whistles shrewd In our whiskers and teeth; And the granite-like grey of the road Seems ...
The shades of night had fallen at last, When through the house a shadow passed, That once had been the ...
In distant New Zealand, whose tresses of gold The billows are ceaselessly combing, Away in a village all tranquil and ...
Another search for Leichhardt's tomb, Though fifty years have fled Since Leichhardt vanished in the gloom, Our one Illustrious Dead! ...
With eyes that searched in the dark, Peering along the line, Stood the grim Scotsman, Hector Clark, Driver of "Forty-nine". ...
The roving breezes come and go On Kiley's Run, The sleepy river murmurs low, And far away one dimly sees ...
It was shearing time at the Myall Lake, And then rose the sound through the livelong day Of the constant ...
Oh, it's dreadful to think in a country like this With its chances for work - and enjoyment That a ...
Who never drinks and never bets, But loves his wife and pays his debts And feels content with what he ...
"You come and see me, boys," he said; "You'll find a welcome and a bed And whisky any time you ...
Well, I've waited mighty patient while they all came rolling in, Mister Lawson, Mister Dyson, and the others of their ...
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