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 ...
Our Skeeta was married, our Skeeta! the tomboy and pet of the ...
Long time beside the squatter's gate A great grey Box-Tree, early, late, Or shine or rain, in silence there Had ...
Do I know Polly Brown? Do I know her? Why, damme, You ...
Far reaching down's a solid sea sunk everlastingly to rest, And yet whose billows seem to be for ever heaving ...
Dozens of damp little curls; One little short upper lip; Two rows of teeth like diminutive pearls; Eyes clear and ...
A Valentine The Bree was up; the floods were out Around the hut of Culgo Jim: The hand of God ...
'Tis a song of the Never Never land- Set to the tune of a scorching gale On the sandhills red, ...
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