The Old Bark Hut (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
In an old bark hut on a mountainside In a spot that was lone and drear A woman whose heart ...
In an old bark hut on a mountainside In a spot that was lone and drear A woman whose heart ...
Oh, Paddy dear, and did you hearThe news that's going round,On the head of bold Ned KellyThey have placed two ...
High noon, and not a cloud in the skyTo break this blinding sun.Well, I've half the day before me still,And ...
Och ! my name's Pat Malone, and I'm from Tipperary. Sure, I don't know it now, I'm so ...
My name is old Jack Palmer, I'm a man of olden days,And so I wish to sing a ...
All you on emigration bent,With home and England ill-content,Come, listen to my sad lament, All about the bush ...
That's his saddle on the tie-beam, And them's his spurs up thereOn the wall-plate over yonder — ...
The moon rides high in a starry sky,And, through the midnight gloom,A faery scene of woodland greenHer silver rays illume.Dark ...
Oh ! the shearing is all over, And the wool is coming down,And I mean to get a ...
Now, all intent to emigrate,Come listen to the doleful fate,Which did befall to me of late,When I went to the ...
Lonely and sadly one night in November I laid down my weary head in search of reposeOn my ...
Come now, ye sighing washers all, Join in my doleful lay,Mourn for the times none can recall, ...
There's a trade you all know well — It's bringing cattle over:I'll tell you all about the time ...
There's a little worn-out pony this side of Hogan's shack With a snip upon his nuzzle and a mark upon ...
Now all of us bunch we were having our lunch At the station one bright sunny day When a stranger ...
Come, all ye lads an' list to me,That's left your homes an' crossed the sea,To try your fortune, bound or ...
Come! all ye lads of loyalty, and listen to my tale;A story of bushranging days, I ...
We often hear men boast about the land which gave them birth,And each one thinks his native land the fairest ...
The Tasmanian Aborigine's Lament And Remonstrance When In Sight Of His Native Land From Flinders IslandFair island of my birth, ...
From kauri-clad WairoaRich in her tropic charms, -Otago's rugged stations, -And Canterbury's farms;From where the West Coast minersToil for the ...
Come, Stumpy, old man, we must shift while we can; All our mates in the paddock are dead.Let us wave ...
Squatting up in Queensland, is a great mistake I guess;If you ask if I'm a squatter, I can truly answer ...
Throughout Australian History no tongue or pen can tell Of such preconcerted treachery — there is no parallel ...
John Gilbert was a bushrangerOf terrible renownFor sticking lots of people upAnd shooting others down.John Gilbert said unto his pals,'Although ...
Come listen to my ditty, come listen to me hum,While I relate a verse or two of the professional bumWho ...
Out on the board the old shearer stands,Grasping his shears in his long, bony hands,Fixed is his gaze on a ...
It was in the Queensland drought;And over hill and dell,No grass - the water far apart,All dry and hot as ...
THE weather had been sultry for a fortnight's time or more, And the shearers had been driving might ...
Come all Australia's sons to me — A hero has been slainAnd cowardly butchered in his sleep ...
When the merchant lies down, he can scarce go to sleepFor thinking of his merchandise upon the fatal deep;His ships ...
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