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 ...
Far reaching down's a solid sea sunk everlastingly to rest, And yet whose billows seem to be for ever heaving ...
The first flush of grey light, the herald of daylight,Is dimly outlining the musterer's camp,Where over the sleeping, the stealthily ...
There came a lonely Briton to the town, A solitary Briton with a ...
She was born in the season of fire, When a mantle of murkiness lay On the front of the crimson ...
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" ...
Yes, there it hangs upon the wall And never gives a sound,The hand that trimmed its greenhide fall Is hidden ...
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 ...
'Tis a song of the Never Never land- Set to the tune of a scorching gale On the sandhills red, ...
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