Poems by Andrew Barton Paterson
Australian Scenery
... -- Or the dust storms dance on their ballroom floor, where the bones of the cattle lie ...
Riders in the Stand
... ame too soon, and Barden came too late They'll say Chevalley lost his nerve, and Regan lost his head ...
Jim Carew
... But he straightens up when he's asked to tell ...
The Bushfire - an Allegory
... And, Golly, don't he sweat!" But though they worked like Trojans all, ...
The Rum Parade
... Though at first it frightened some, when we found it mostly rum, ...
Wisdom of Hafiz: the Philosopher Takes to Racing
... f a fool is about, p'raps it's you! Beware of the critic who tells you the handicap's absolute rot, ...
"We're All Australians Now"
... They're all Australians now! So now we'll toast the Third Brigade ...
Boots
... You could track us past the shell holes, and the tracks were all one way ...
Uncle Bill
... From what I've said, you'll own, I'm sure, ...
With French to Kimberley
... Black with the smoke and parched with thirst, we pressed the livelong day ...
The Man From Snowy River
... Where the horse's hoofs strike firelight from the flintstones every stride, ...
The Pearl Diver
... orted, "No makee dive in three mile! "Dress no have got and no helmet -- diver go shore on the spree ...
Lost
... er, and answer the widow's prayer! Though far and wide they sought him, they found not where he fell ...
Conroy's Gap
... Come back! Don't hope it -- the slinking hound, ...
The First Surveyor
... track, the same my husband blazed! "My poor old husband, dead and gone with never a feast nor cheer ...
