On The Range (Barcroft Henry Boake Poems)
On Nungar the mists of the morning hung low,The beetle-browed hills brooded silent and black,Not yet warmed to life by ...
On Nungar the mists of the morning hung low,The beetle-browed hills brooded silent and black,Not yet warmed to life by ...
Babs Malone Now the squatters and the cockies, Shearers, trainers, and their jockeys Had gathered them together for a meeting ...
Hark, the sound of it drawing nearer,Clink of hobble and brazen bell;Mark the passage of stalwart shearer,Bidding Monaro soil farewell.Where ...
There's a fellow on the station(He dropped in on a call,Just casual-to stay a pleasant week),He's a banker's near relation,Strongly ...
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