Jack Corrigan (Barcroft Henry Boake Poems)
It's my shout this time, boys, so come along and breast the ...
It's my shout this time, boys, so come along and breast the ...
The Western sun, ere he sought his lair, Skimm'd the treetops, and ...
Long time beside the squatter's gate A great grey Box-Tree, early, late, Or shine or rain, in silence there Had ...
A sweat-dripping horse and a half-naked myall, And a message: 'Come out to the back of the run- Be out ...
Babs Malone Now the squatters and the cockies, Shearers, trainers, and their jockeys Had gathered them together for a meeting ...
The first flush of grey light, the herald of daylight,Is dimly outlining the musterer's camp,Where over the sleeping, the stealthily ...
The snow lies deep on hill and dale,In rocky gulch and grassy vale,The tiny, trickling, tumbling fallsAre frozen 'twixt their ...
Dozens of damp little curls; One little short upper lip; Two rows of teeth like diminutive pearls; Eyes clear and ...
Brookong station lay half-asleepDozed in the waning western glare('Twas before the run had stocked with sheepAnd only cattle depastured there)As ...
I've a kiss from a warmer lover Than maiden earth can be:She ...
Out on the wastes of the Never Never -That's where the dead men lie!There where the heat-waves dance forever -That's ...
A Valentine The Bree was up; the floods were out Around the hut of Culgo Jim: The hand of God ...
Drip, drip, drip! It tinkles on the fly- The pitiless outpouring of an overburdened sky: Each drooping frond of pine ...
What made the porter stare so hard? what made the porter stareAnd eye the tall young woman and the bundle ...
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