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Waltzing Matilda Waltzing Matilda

Waltzing Matilda
(Carrying a Swag.)  Oh! there once was a swagman camped in the Billabong, Under the shade of a Coolabah tree; And he sang as he looked at his old billy boiling, "Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me." Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda, my darling, Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me? Waltzing Matilda and leading a water-bag-- Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me? Down came a jumbuck to drink at the water-hole, Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him in glee; And he sang as he put him away in his tucker-bag, "You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!" Down came the Squatter a-riding... Poems - Post by : ccain - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 3111

The Riders In The Stand The Riders In The Stand

The Riders In The Stand
There's some that ride the Robbo style, and bump at every stride; While others sit a long way back, to get a longer ride. There's some that ride like sailors do, with legs and arms, and teeth; And some ride on the horse's neck, and some ride underneath. But all the finest horsemen out--the men to Beat the Band-- You'll find amongst the crowd that ride their races in the Stand. They'll say "He had the race in hand, and lost it in the straight." They'll show how Godby came too soon, and Barden came too late. They'll say Chevalley lost... Poems - Post by : Pontificator - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 1882

Saltbush Bill, J.p. Saltbush Bill, J.p.

Saltbush Bill, J.p.
Beyond the land where Leichhardt went, Beyond Sturt's Western track, The rolling tide of change has sent Some strange J.P.s out back. And Saltbush Bill, grown old and grey, And worn with want of sleep, Received the news in camp one day Behind the travelling sheep That Edward Rex, confiding in His known integrity, By hand and seal on parchment skin Had made him a J.P. He read the news with eager face But found no word of pay. "I'd like to see my sister's place And kids on Christmas day. "I'd like to see green grass again, And watch clear... Poems - Post by : rsagers - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 660

The Wisdom Of Hafiz The Wisdom Of Hafiz

The Wisdom Of Hafiz
My son, if you go to the races to battle with Ikey and Mo, Remember, it's seldom the pigeon can pick out the eye of the crow; Remember, they live by the business; remember, my son, and go slow. If ever an owner should tell you, "Back mine"--don't you be such a flat. He knows his own cunning, no doubt--does he know what the others are at? Find out what he's frightened of most, and invest a few dollars on that. Walk not in the track of the trainer, nor hang round the rails at his stall. His wisdom belongs to... Poems - Post by : siddielou - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 1648

The Reverend Mullineux The Reverend Mullineux

The Reverend Mullineux
I'd reckon his weight at eight-stun-eight, And his height at five-foot-two, With a face as plain as an eight-day clock And a walk as brisk as a bantam-cock-- Game as a bantam, too, Hard and wiry and full of steam, That's the boss of the English Team, Reverend Mullineux. Makes no row when the game gets rough-- None of your "Strike me blue!" "You's wants smacking across the snout!" Plays like a gentleman out-and-out-- Same as he ought to do. "Kindly remove from off my face!" That's the way that he states his case-- Reverend Mullineux. Kick! He can kick like... Poems - Post by : rag1357 - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 1049

Saltbush Bill On The Patriarchs Saltbush Bill On The Patriarchs

Saltbush Bill On The Patriarchs
Come all you little rouseabouts and climb upon my knee; To-day, you see, is Christmas Day, and so it's up to me To give you some instruction like--a kind of Christmas tale-- So name your yarn, and off she goes. What, "Jonah and the Whale"? Well, whales is sheep I've never shore; I've never been to sea, So all them great Leviathans is mysteries to me; But there's a tale the Bible tells I fully understand, About the time the Patriarchs were settling on the land. Those Patriarchs of olden time, when all is said and done, They lived the same... Poems - Post by : Joe_Coon - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 3174

Brumby's Run Brumby's Run

Brumby's Run
Brumby is the Aboriginal word for a wild horse. At a recent trial a N.S.W. Supreme Court Judge, hearing of Brumby horses, asked: "Who is Brumby, and where is his Run?"  It lies beyond the Western Pines Towards the sinking sun, And not a survey mark defines The bounds of "Brumby's Run". On odds and ends of mountain land, On tracks of range and rock Where no one else can make a stand, Old Brumby rears his stock. A wild, unhandled lot they are Of every shape and breed. They venture out 'neath moon and star Along the flats to feed;... Poems - Post by : saumil_p - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 3322

Song Of The Wheat Song Of The Wheat

Song Of The Wheat
We have sung the song of the droving days, Of the march of the travelling sheep; By silent stages and lonely ways Thin, white battalions creep. But the man who now by the land would thrive Must his spurs to a plough-share beat. Is there ever a man in the world alive To sing the song of the Wheat! It's west by south of the Great Divide The grim grey plains run out, Where the old flock-masters lived and died In a ceaseless fight with drought. Weary with waiting and hope deferred They were ready to own defeat, Till at last... Poems - Post by : wshi88 - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 1033

Song Of The Pen Song Of The Pen

Song Of The Pen
_Not for the love of women toil we, we of the craft, Not for the people's praise; Only because our goddess made us her own and laughed, Claiming us all our days, Claiming our best endeavour--body and heart and brain Given with no reserve-- Niggard is she towards us, granting us little gain; Still, we are proud to serve. Not unto us is given choice of the tasks we try, Gathering grain or chaff; One of her favoured servants toils at an epic high, One, that a child may laugh. Yet if we serve her truly in our appointed place, Freely... Poems - Post by : djkirk - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 3136

Billy Barlow In Australia Billy Barlow In Australia

Billy Barlow In Australia
When I was at home I was down on my luck,And I earned a poor living by drawing a truck;But old aunt died, and left me a thousand-"Oh, oh,I'll start on my travels," said Billy Barlow. Oh dear, lackaday, oh, So off to Australia came Billy Barlow.When to Sydney I got, there a merchant I met,Who said he would teach me a fortune to get;He'd cattle and sheep past the colony's bounds,Which he sold with the station for my thousand pounds. Oh dear, lackaday, oh, He gammon'd the cash out of Billy Barlow.When the bargain was struck, and the money was... Poems - Post by : coachlois - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 1709

Bourke's Dream Bourke's Dream

Bourke's Dream
Lonely and sadly one night in November I laid down my weary head in search of reposeOn my wallet of straw, which I long shall remember, Tired and weary I fell into a doze. Tired from working hard Down in the labour yard,Night brought relief to my sad, aching brain. Locked in my prison cell, Surely an earthly hell,I fell asleep and began for to dream.I dreamt that I stood on the green fields of Erin, In joyous meditation that victory was won.Surrounded by comrades, no enemy fearing. "Stand," was the cry, "every man to his gun." On came the Saxons... Poems - Post by : TMSpats - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 2836

My Religion My Religion

My Religion
Let Romanists all at the Confessional kneel, Let the Jew with disgust turn from it,Let the mighty Crown Prelate in Church pander zeal, Let the Mussulman worship Mahomet.From all these I differ-truly wise is my plan, With my doctrine, perhaps, you'll agree,To be upright and downright and act like a man, That's the religion for me.I will go to no Church and to no house of Prayer To see a white shirt on a preacher.And in no Courthouse on a book will I swear To injure a poor fellow-creature.For parsons and preachers are all a mere joke, Their hands must be... Poems - Post by : claycotton - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 2501

The Wallaby Brigade The Wallaby Brigade

The Wallaby Brigade
You often have been told of regiments brave and bold,But we are the bravest in the land;We're called the Tag-rag Band, and we rally in Queensland,We are members of the Wallaby Brigade. Chorus Tramp, tramp, tramp across the borders, The swagmen are rolling up, I see. When the shearing's at an end we'll go fishing in a bend. Then hurrah! for the Wallaby Brigade.When you are leaving camp, you must ask some brother trampIf there are any jobs to be had,Or what sort of a shop that station is to stopFor a member of the Wallaby Brigade. Chorus: Tramp, tramp, tramp,... Poems - Post by : rjs11379 - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 2346

The Freehold On The Plain The Freehold On The Plain

The Freehold On The Plain
(Air: "The Little Old Log Cabin in the Lane.")I'm a broken-down old squatter, my cash it is all gone, Of troubles and bad seasons I complain;My cattle are all mortgaged, of horses I have none, And I've lost that little freehold on the plain. Chorus The stockyard's broken down, and the woolshed's tumbling in; I've written to the mortgagees in vain; My wool it is all damaged and it is not worth a pin, And I've lost that little freehold on the plain.I commenced life as a squatter some twenty years ago, When fortune followed in my train;But I speculated heavy... Poems - Post by : kmander - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 2311

A Thousand Miles Away A Thousand Miles Away

A Thousand Miles Away
(Air: "Ten Thousand Miles Away.")Hurrah for the Roma railway! Hurrah for Cobb and Co.,And oh! for a good fat horse or two to carry me Westward Ho-To carry me Westward Ho! my boys, that's where the cattle strayOn the far Barcoo they eat nardoo, a thousand miles away. Chorus Then give your horses rein across the open plain, We'll ship our meat both sound and sweet, nor care what some folks say; And frozen we'll send home the cattle that now roam On the far Barcoo and the Flinders too, a thousand miles away.Knee-deep in grass we've got to pass-for... Poems - Post by : omegaman - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 2502

The Overlander The Overlander

The Overlander
There's a trade you all know well- It's bringing cattle over-I'll tell you all about the time When I became a drover.I made up my mind to try the spec, To the Clarence I did wander,And bought a mob of duffers there To begin as an overlander. Chorus Pass the wine cup round, my boys; Don't let the bottle stand there, For to-night we'll drink the health Of every overlander.Next morning counted the cattle Saw the outfit ready to start,Saw all the lads well mounted, And their swags put in a cart.All kinds of men I had From France, Germany, and... Poems - Post by : ortaz - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 1831

The Australian Stockman The Australian Stockman

The Australian Stockman
The sun peers o'er you wooded ridge and thro' the forest dense,Its golden edge o'er the mountain ledge looks down on the stockyard fence,Looks down, looks down, looks down on the stockyard fence;And dark creeks rush thro' the tangled brush, when their shuddering shadows throngUntil they chime in the rude rough rhyme of the wild goburra's song. Chorus Till they chime, ha! ha! till they chime, ha! ha! in the wild goburra's song; Till they chime, ha! ha! till they chime, ha! ha! in the wild goburra's song.The night owl to her home hath fled, to shun the glorious pompOf golden... Poems - Post by : casey8008 - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 3698

Mustering Song Mustering Song

Mustering Song
(Air: "So Early in the Morning.")The boss last night in the hut did say-"We start to muster at break of day;So be up first thing, and don't be slow;Saddle your horses and off you go." Chorus So early in the morning, so early in the morning, So early in the morning, before the break of day.Such a night in the yard there never was seen(The horses were fat and the grass was green);Bursting of girths and slipping of packsAs the stockmen saddled the fastest hacks. Chorus: So early in the morning, &c.Across the plain we jog alongOver gully, swamp, and billabong;We... Poems - Post by : pcprofit - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 2144

The Stockman's Last Bed The Stockman's Last Bed

The Stockman's Last Bed
Be ye stockmen or no, to my story give ear.Alas! for poor Jack, no more shall we hearThe crack of his stockwhip, his steed's lively trot,His clear "Go ahead, boys," his jingling quart pot. Chorus For we laid him where wattles their sweet fragrance shed, And the tall gum trees shadow the stockman's last bed.Whilst drafting one day he was horned by a cow."Alas!" cried poor Jack, "it's all up with me now,For I never again shall my saddle regain,Nor bound like a wallaby over the plain."His whip it is silent, his dogs they do mourn,His steed looks in vain for... Poems - Post by : mekell - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 881

The Squatter Of The Olden Time The Squatter Of The Olden Time

The Squatter Of The Olden Time
(Air: "A fine old English gentleman.")I'll sing to you a fine new song, made by my blessed mate,Of a fine Australian squatter who had a fine estate,Who swore by right pre-emptive at a sanguinary rateThat by his rams, his ewes, his lambs, Australia was made great- Like a fine Australian squatter, one of the olden time.His hut around was hung with guns, whips, spurs, and boots and shoes,And kettles and tin pannikins to hold the tea he brews;And here his worship lolls at ease and takes his smoke and snooze,And quaffs his cup of hysouskin, the beverage old chums choose- Like... Poems - Post by : squiffy - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 3081