On Kiley’s Run (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
The roving breezes come and go On Kiley's Run, The sleepy river murmurs low, And far away one dimly sees ...
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 ...
Oh, the weary, weary journey on the trek, day after day, With sun above and silent veldt below; And our ...
The sheep were shorn and the wool went down At the time of our local racing; And I'd earned a ...
"HALT! Who goes there?" The sentry's call Rose on the midnight air Above the noises of the camp, The roll ...
There's some that ride the Robbo style, and bump at every stride; While others sit a long way back, to ...
You talk of riders on the flat, of nerve and pluck and pace -- Not one in fifty has the ...
"Only a pound," said the auctioneer, "Only a pound; and I'm standing here Selling this animal, gain or loss -- ...
Said the soldier to the Surgeon, "I've got noises in me head And a kind o' filled up feeling after ...
The shearers sat in the firelight, hearty and hale and strong, After the hard day's shearing, passing the joke along: ...
Now listen to me and I'll tell you my views concerning the African war, And the man who upholds any ...
An angel stood beside the bed Where lay the living and the dead. He gave the mother -- her who ...
West of Dubbo the west begins The land of leisure and hope and trust, Where the black man stalks with ...
Born of a thoroughbred English race, Well proportioned and closely knit, Neat, slim figure and handsome face, Always ready and ...
Long ago the Gladiators, When the call to combat came, Marching past the massed spectators, Hailed the Emp'ror with acclaim! ...
With never a sound of trumpet, With never a flag displayed, The last of the old campaigners Lined up for ...
Wargeilah town is very small, There's no cathedral nor a club, In fact the township, all in all, Is just ...
Him goin' to ride for us! Him -- with the pants and the eyeglass and all. Amateur! don't he just ...
There's never a stone at the sleeper's head, There's never a fence beside, And the wandering stock on the grave ...
Roses ruddy and roses white, What are the joys that my heart discloses? Sitting alone in the fading light Memories ...
Now the new chum loaded his three-nought-three, It's a small-bore gun, but his hopes were big. "I am fed to ...
'Twas on the famous Empire run, Whose sun does never set, Whose grass and water, so they say, Have never ...
I'M travellin' down the Castlereagh, and I'm a station hand, I'm handy with the ropin' pole, I'm handy with the ...
Now the autumn maize is growing, Now the corn-cob fills, Where the Little River flowing Winds among the hills. Over ...
On Western plains, where shade is not, 'Neath summer skies of cloudless blue, Where all is dry and all is ...
The Maoris are a mighty race -- the finest ever known; Before the missionaries came they worshipped wood and stone; ...
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