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The Free Selector The Free Selector

The Free Selector
(A Song of 1861.)Ye sons of industry, to you I belong,And to you I would dedicate a verse or a song,Rejoicing o'er the victory John Robertson has wonNow the Land Bill has passed and the good time has come Now the Land Bill, &c.No more with our swags through the bush need we roamFor to ask of another there to give us a home,Now the land is unfettered and we may resideIn a home of our own by some clear waterside. In a home of our own, &c.On some fertile spot which we may call our own,Where the rich verdure grows,... Poems - Post by : Lightning296 - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 3537

The Sheep-washers' Lament The Sheep-washers' Lament

The Sheep-washers' Lament
(Air: "The Bonnie Irish Boy.")Come now, ye sighing washers all, Join in my doleful lay,Mourn for the times none can recall, With hearts to grief a prey.We'll mourn the washer's sad downfall In our regretful strain,Lamenting on the days gone by Ne'er to return again.When first I went a-washing sheep The year was sixty-one,The master was a worker then, The servant was a man;But now the squatters, puffed with pride, They treat us with disdain;Lament the days that are gone by Ne'er to return again.From sixty-one to sixty-six, The bushman, stout and strong,Would smoke his pipe and whistle his tune, And... Poems - Post by : grodem - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 2206

The Plains Of Riverine The Plains Of Riverine

The Plains Of Riverine
I have come to tell you of the glorious news you'll all be glad to bear,Of the pleasant alterations that are taking place this year.So kindly pay attention, and I'll pass the whisper round,The squatters of their own free will this year will pay the pound.For this is a year of great prosperity, that everybody knows,We'll take no top knots off this year, nor trim them to the toes,But a level cut for a level pound, and the rations thrown in free.That's how the squatters say they'll keep their Sovereign's Jubilee.And kind Providence once more has sent the sweet, refreshing rains.The... Poems - Post by : ecmagic - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 3197

Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo

Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo
(Air: "Wearing of the Green.")If you want a situation, I'll just tell you the planTo get on to a station, I am just your very man.Pack up the old portmanteau, and label it Paroo,With a name aristocratic-Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo.When you get on to the station, of small things you'll make a fuss,And in speaking of the station, mind, it's we, and ours, and us.Boast of your grand connections and your rich relations, tooAnd your own great expectations, Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo.They will send you out on horseback, the boundaries to rideBut run down a marsupial and rob him of his hide,His scalp... Poems - Post by : ozim400 - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 2271

The Eumerella Shore The Eumerella Shore

The Eumerella Shore
There's a happy little valley on the Eumerella shore, Where I've lingered many happy hours away,On my little free selection I have acres by the score, Where I unyoke the bullocks from the dray. Chorus To my bullocks then I say No matter where you stray, You will never be impounded any more; For you're running, running, running on the duffer's piece of land, Free selected on the Eumerella shore.When the moon has climbed the mountains and the stars are shining bright, Then we saddle up our horses and away,And we yard the squatters' cattle in the darkness of the night,... Poems - Post by : usvisalaw - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 1359

The Stringy-bark Cockatoo The Stringy-bark Cockatoo

The Stringy-bark Cockatoo
I'm a broken-hearted miner, who loves his cup to drain,Which often times has caused me to lie in frost and rain.Roaming about the country, looking for some work to do,I got a job of reaping off a stringy-bark cockatoo. Chorus Oh, the stringy-bark cockatoo, Oh, the stringy-bark cockatoo, I got a job of reaping off a stringy-bark cockatoo.Ten bob an acre was his price-with promise of fairish board.He said his crops were very light, 'twas all he could afford.He drove me out in a bullock dray, and his piggery met my view.Oh, the pigs and geese were in the wheat of... Poems - Post by : mikegiving - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 2687

The Squatter's Man The Squatter's Man

The Squatter's Man
Come, all ye lads an' list to me,That's left your homes an' crossed the sea,To try your fortune, bound or free, All in this golden land.For twelve long months I had to pace,Humping my swag with a cadging face,Sleeping in the bush, like the sable race, As in my song you'll understand.Unto this country I did come,A regular out-and-out new chum.I then abhorred the sight of rum- Teetotal was my plan.But soon I learned to wet one eye-Misfortune oft-times made me sigh.To raise fresh funds I was forced to fly, And be a squatter's man.Soon at a station I appeared.I saw... Poems - Post by : jardo - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 1756

Immigration Immigration

Immigration
(Mr. Jordan was sent to England by the Queensland Government in 1858, 1859, and 1860 to lecture on the advantages of immigration, and told the most extraordinary tales about the place.) (Air: "Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.")Now Jordan's land of promise is the burden of my song.Perhaps you've heard him lecture, and blow about it strong;To hear him talk you'd think it was a heaven upon earth,But listen and I'll tell you now the plain unvarnished truth.Here mutton, beef, and damper are all you'll get to eat,From Monday morn till Sunday night, all through the blessed week.And should... Poems - Post by : Christy - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 3538

John Gilbert (bushranger) John Gilbert (bushranger)

John Gilbert (bushranger)
(He and his gang stuck up the township of Canowindra for two days in 1859.) (Air: "Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.")John Gilbert was a bushranger of terrible renown,For sticking lots of people up and shooting others down.John Gilbert said unto his pals, "Although they make a bobberyAbout our tricks we have never done a tip-top thing in robbery."We have all of us a fancy for experiments in pillage,Yet never have we seized a town, or even sacked a village."John Gilbert said unto his mates-"Though partners we have beenIn all rascality, yet we no festal day have seen."John Gilbert... Poems - Post by : webstuff2u03 - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 3544

The Wild Colonial Boy The Wild Colonial Boy

The Wild Colonial Boy
'Tis of a wild Colonial boy, Jack Doolan was his name,Of poor but honest parents he was born in Castlemaine.He was his father's only hope, his mother's only joy,And dearly did his parents love the wild Colonial boy. Chorus Come, all my hearties, we'll roam the mountains high, Together we will plunder, together we will die. We'll wander over valleys, and gallop over plains, And we'll scorn to live in slavery, bound down with iron chains.He was scarcely sixteen years of age when he left his father's home,And through Australia's sunny clime a bushranger did roam.He robbed those wealthy squatters,... Poems - Post by : offen - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 3020

Bold Jack Donahoo Bold Jack Donahoo

Bold Jack Donahoo
In Dublin town I was brought up, in that city of great fame-My decent friends and parents, they will tell to you the same.It was for the sake of five hundred pounds I was sent across the main,For seven long years, in New South Wales, to wear a convict's chain. Chorus Then come, my hearties, we'll roam the mountains high! Together we will plunder, together we will die! We'll wander over mountains and we'll gallop over plains- For we scorn to live in slavery, bound down in iron chains.I'd scarce been there twelve months or more upon the Australian shore,When I... Poems - Post by : viraltools.com - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 1805

Another Fall Of Rain Another Fall Of Rain

Another Fall Of Rain
(Air: "Little Low Log Cabin in the Lane.")The weather had been sultry for a fortnight's time or more, And the shearers had been driving might and main,For some had got the century who'd ne'er got it before, And now all hands were wishing for the rain. Chorus For the boss is getting rusty and the ringer's caving in, For his bandaged wrist is aching with the pain, And the second man, I fear, will make it hot for him, Unless we have another fall of rain.A few had taken quarters and were coiling in their bunks When we shore the six-tooth... Poems - Post by : tomseve - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 2664

Flash Jack From Gundagai Flash Jack From Gundagai

Flash Jack From Gundagai
I've shore at Burrabogie, and I've shore at Toganmain,I've shore at big Willandra and upon the old Coleraine,But before the shearin' was over I've wished myself back, againShearin' for old Tom Patterson, on the One Tree Plain. Chorus All among the wool, boys, Keep your wide blades full, boys, I can do a respectable tally myself whenever I like to try, But they know me round the back blocks as Flash Jack from Gundagai.I've shore at big Willandra and I've shore at Tilberoo,And once I drew my blades, my boys, upon the famed Barcoo,At Cowan Downs and Trida, as far as... Poems - Post by : seanb - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 1903

On The Road To Gundagai On The Road To Gundagai

On The Road To Gundagai
Oh, we started down from Roto when the sheds had all cut out.We'd whips and whips of Rhino as we meant to push about,So we humped our blues serenely and made for Sydney town,With a three-spot cheque between us, as wanted knocking down. Chorus But we camped at Lazy Harry's, on the road to Gundagai The road to Gundagai! Not five miles from Gundagai! Yes, we camped at Lazy Harry's, on the road to Gundagai.Well, we struck the Murrumbidgee near the Yanko in a week,And passed through old Narrandera and crossed the Burnet Creek.And we never stopped at Wagga, for we'd... Poems - Post by : PinHead_Buddy - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 3299

The Beautiful Land Of Australia The Beautiful Land Of Australia

The Beautiful Land Of Australia
All you on emigration bent,With home and England discontent,Come, listen to my sad lament, All about the bush of Australia.I once possessed a thousand pounds.Thinks I-how very grand it soundsFor a man to be farming his own grounds In the beautiful land of Australia. Chorus Illawarra, Mittagong, Parramatta, Wollongong. If you wish to become an ourang-outang, Then go to the bush of Australia.Upon the voyage the ship was lost.In wretched plight I reached the coast,And was very nigh being made a roast, By the savages of Australia.And in the bush I lighted onA fierce bushranger with his gun,Who borrowed my garments,... Poems - Post by : stevepennington - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 2489

Dwell Not With Me Dwell Not With Me

Dwell Not With Me
Dwell, not with me,For you'll never seeMore than a 'possum or a kangaroo,And now and then a cockatoo.Oh, would you wish,Without a dish,Your scanty meal from a piece of bark,And a wood fire to illume the dark.'Tis there you'd mourn,'Tis there you'd mournThe sweet woodbineThat round your lattice now doth twine.Fond friends, don't grieveFor scenes like these,Or smart from bugs, mosquitoes, fleas.Dwell not with me.(The end)Banjo Paterson's poem: Dwell Not With Me... Poems - Post by : theboss - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 3480

The Old Survey The Old Survey

The Old Survey
Our money's all spent, to the deuce went it! The landlord, he looks glum,On the tap-room wall, in a very bad scrawl, He has chalked to us a sum.But a glass we'll take, ere the grey dawn break, And then saddle up and away-Theodolite-tum, theodolite-ti, theodolite-too-ral-ay.With a measured beat fall our horses' feet, Galloping side by side;When the money's done, and we've had our fun, We all are bound to ride.O'er the far-off plain we'll drag the chain, And mark the settler's way-Theodolite-tum, theodolite-ti, theodolite-too-ral-ay.We'll range from the creeks to the mountain peaks, And traverse far below;Where foot never trod, we'll... Poems - Post by : magonline - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 3046

The Old Bark Hut The Old Bark Hut

The Old Bark Hut
Oh, my name is Bob the Swagman, before you all I stand,And I've had many ups and downs while travelling through the land.I once was well-to-do, my boys, but now I am stumped up,And I'm forced to go on rations in an old bark hut. Chorus In an old bark hut. In an old bark hut. I'm forced to go on rations in an old bark hut.Ten pounds of flour, ten pounds of beef, some sugar and some tea,That's all they give to a hungry man, until the Seventh Day.If you don't be moighty sparing, you'll go with a hungry gut-For... Poems - Post by : ALANJAN - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 1328

Paddy's Letter, 1857 Paddy's Letter, 1857

Paddy's Letter, 1857
I've had all sorts of luck, sometimes bad, sometimes better, But now I have somebody's luck and my own,For I stooped in the street and I picked up a letter, Which some one had written to send away home.The old adage says, "What you find, you may keep it," And as most of these old sayings are very true,I straight broke the seal, and then having read it, The contents of this letter I tell unto you. The LetterDear Dermot, I hope when this letter gets to you 'Twill find you in health, as now it leaves me;But I hope you're... Poems - Post by : ubupats - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 1786

The Old Bullock Dray The Old Bullock Dray

The Old Bullock Dray
Oh! the shearing is all over, And the wool is coming down,And I mean to get a wife, boys, When I go up to town.Everything that has two legs Represents itself in view,From the little paddy-melon To the bucking kangaroo. CHORUS So it's roll up your blankets, And let's make a push, I'll take you up the country, And show you the bush. I'll be bound you won't get Such a chance another day, So come and take possession Of my old bullock dray.Now, I've saved up a good cheque, I mean to buy a team,And when I get a wife,... Poems - Post by : Arcana_Media - Date : January 2011 - Author : Banjo Paterson - Read : 3833