Female Transport (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
Come all young girls, both far and near and listen unto me While unto you I do unfold what proved ...
Come all young girls, both far and near and listen unto me While unto you I do unfold what proved ...
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 ...
Now, shut your mouths, you loafers all, You vex me with your twaddle,You own a nag or big ...
Come all you gallant bushrangers who gallop o'er the plains Refuse to live in slavery, or wear the convict chains. ...
I am a native of the land of Erin,and lately banished from that lovely shore;I left behind my aged parentsand ...
Throughout Australian History no tongue or pen can tell Of such preconcerted treachery — there is no parallel ...
The Currency Lads may fill their glasses,And drink to the health of the Currency Lasses;But the lass I adore, the ...
In Dublin town I was brought up, in that city of great fame. My decent friends and parents, they will ...
Come listen to my ditty, come listen to me hum,While I relate a verse or two of the professional bumWho ...
The stockmen of Australia, what rowdy boys are they,They will curse and swear a hurricane if you come in their ...
Come all ye wild colonials And listen to my tale;A story of bushrangers' deeds I will to you unveil.'Tis of ...
John Gilbert was a bushrangerOf terrible renownFor sticking lots of people upAnd shooting others down.John Gilbert said unto his pals,'Although ...
From Bluff to Cape Maria New Zealand is agreed;She thanks her Representatives for generous thought and deed.She turns with joy ...
Out on the board the old shearer stands,Grasping his shears in his long, bony hands,Fixed is his gaze on a ...
'Tis of a wild Colonial Boy, Jack Doolan was his name,Of poor but honest parents he was born in Castlemaine.He ...
Away with those whimsical bubbles of airWhich only excite a momentary stare;Attention to plans of utility pay,Weigh anchor, and steer ...
In the wild Weddin Mountains there live two young damesKate O'Meally, Bet Mayhew are their pretty names;These maids of the ...
It was in the Queensland drought;And over hill and dell,No grass - the water far apart,All dry and hot as ...
A club there is established here, whose name they say is Legion;From Melbourne to the Billabong they're known in every ...
Kind friends, pray give attention To this, my little song.Some rum things I will mention, And ...
THE weather had been sultry for a fortnight's time or more, And the shearers had been driving might ...
There's a happy little valley on the Eumerella shore, Where I've lingered many happy hours away,On my little ...
Come all Australia's sons to me — A hero has been slainAnd cowardly butchered in his sleep ...
Come, all you jolly natives, and I'll relate to youSome of my observations — adventures, too, a few.I've travelled about ...
I sing of a commodity, it's one that will not fail yer,I mean the common oddity, the mainstay of Australia;Gold ...
When the merchant lies down, he can scarce go to sleepFor thinking of his merchandise upon the fatal deep;His ships ...
The night is dark and stormy, and the sky is clouded o'er; Our horses we will mount and ...
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