Moving On (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
In this war we're always moving, Moving on; When we make a friend another friend has gone; Should a woman's ...
In this war we're always moving, Moving on; When we make a friend another friend has gone; Should a woman's ...
The chorus frogs in the big lagoon Would sing their songs to the silvery moon. Tenor singers were out of ...
My Uncle Bill! My Uncle Bill! How doth my heart with anguish thrill! For he, our chief, our Robin Hood, ...
It was somewhere up the country, in a land of rock and scrub, That they formed an institution called the ...
There came a stranger to Walgett town, To Walgett town when the sun was low, And he carried a thirst ...
I This is the sunburnt bushman who Came down from Goondiwindi, Q. II This is the Push from Waterloo That ...
Morgan the drover explained, As he drank from his battered quart-pot, Many a slut I have trained; This is the ...
And I worked my way to the end, and I Was the head of the "Flying Gang". 'Twas a chosen ...
I left the course, and by my side There walked a ruined tout -- A hungry creature, evil-eyed, Who poured ...
The Boers were down on Kimberley with siege and Maxim gun; The Boers were down on Kimberley, their numbers ten ...
When you're lying in your hammock, sleeping soft and sleeping sound, Without a care or trouble on your mind, And ...
The Boastful Crow and the Laughing Jack Were telling tales of the outer back: "I've just been travelling far and ...
The long day passes with its load of sorrow: In slumber deep I lay me down to rest until tomorrow ...
Into her presence he gaily pranced, A very fat spark, and a bit advanced. With a Samson tread on the ...
'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze; He turned away the good old horse that served him ...
They held a polo meeting at a little country town, And all the local sportsmen came to win themselves renown. ...
There was movement at the station, for the word has passed around That the colt from old Regret had got ...
The daylight is dying Away in the west, The wild birds are flying in silence to rest; In leafage and ...
Do they know? At the turn to the straight Where the favourites fail, And every last atom of weight Is ...
Out in the grey cheerless chill of the morning light, Out on the track where the night shades still lurk, ...
It was the lunatic poet escaped from the local asylum, Loudly he twanged on his banjo and sang with his ...
It was the Bondi golfing man Drove off from the golf house tee, And he had taken his little daughter ...
Ambition I am the maid of the lustrous eyes Of great fruition, Whom the sons of men that are over-wise ...
Kanzo Makame, the diver, sturdy and small Japanee, Seeker of pearls and of pearl-shell down in the depths of the ...
So, the bank has bust it's boiler! And in six or seven year It will pay me all my money ...
'Twas the dingo pup to his dam that said, "It's time I worked for my daily bread. Out in the ...
Ho! Darkies, don't you hear dose voters cryin' Pack dat carpet bag! You must get to de Poll, you must ...
Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp, Where the serpents are in millions, all of the most deadly ...
Of all the sickly forms of verse, Commend me to the triolet. It makes bad writers somewhat worse: Of all ...
It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories