The Bloody fields of Wheogo (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
The moon rides high in a starry sky,And, through the midnight gloom,A faery scene of woodland greenHer silver rays illume.Dark ...
The moon rides high in a starry sky,And, through the midnight gloom,A faery scene of woodland greenHer silver rays illume.Dark ...
Bold are the mounted robbers who on stolen horses rideAnd bold the mounted troopers who patrol the Sydney side;But few ...
Lonely and sadly one night in November I laid down my weary head in search of reposeOn my ...
Come all you gallant bushrangers who gallop o'er the plains Refuse to live in slavery, or wear the convict chains. ...
Throughout Australian History no tongue or pen can tell Of such preconcerted treachery — there is no parallel ...
In Dublin town I was brought up, in that city of great fame. My decent friends and parents, they will ...
The saddle was hung on the stockyard rail,And the poor old horse stood whisking his tail,For there never was seen ...
One Sunday morning, as I went walking,By Brisbane waters I chanced to stray.I heard a pris'ner his fate bewailingWhile on ...
Oh Frank Gardiner is caught at last and lies in Sydney jail,For wounding Sergeant Middleton and robbing the Mudgee mail.For ...
The struggle for freedom has ended they say,The days of fatigue and Remorse,But our hearts one and all are in ...
A strapping young stockman lay dying,His saddle supporting his head;His two mates around him were crying,As he rose on his ...
'Twas a New England Cocky, as of late I've been told,Who died, so 'tis said, on account of the cold.When ...
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