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 ...
On Nungar the mists of the morning hung low,The beetle-browed hills brooded silent and black,Not yet warmed to life by ...
Far reaching down's a solid sea sunk everlastingly to rest, And yet whose billows seem to be for ever heaving ...
Babs Malone Now the squatters and the cockies, Shearers, trainers, and their jockeys Had gathered them together for a meeting ...
Easter Monday in the city - Rattle, rattle, rumble, rush;Tom and Jerry, ...
Hear the loud swell of it, mighty pell mell of it,Thousands of voices all blent into one:See "hell for leather" ...
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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