Poems by Andrew Barton Paterson
Behind the Scenes
... Or plays burlesque to please the pit, 'Tis each and all a work of art, ...
At the Melting of the Snow
... And the thrushes start to sing, ...
Tommy Corrigan
... You should have heard the cheers, my boys, that shook the members' stand ...
"Ave Ceasar"
... "Salutamus te!" War-torn vet'ran, skilled debater, ...
A Bushman's Song
... This old black horse Im ridingif youll notice whats his brand, ...
The Man From Ironbark
... m all alive, this man from Ironbark!"There were some gilded youths that sat along the barber's wall, ...
Fed Up
... But there they kept them Mounted Fut three solid days and nights -- ...
The Plains
... - Or the dust storms dance on their ballroom floor, where the bones of the cattle lie ...
Sunrise on the Coast
... Grey dawn on the sand-hills -- the night wind has drifted ...
The Geebung Polo Club
... . . . . . By the old Campaspe River, where the breezes shake the grass, ...
There's Another Blessed Horse Fell Down
... " You can see 'em in the morning, when you're cleaning out the stall, ...
Daylight is Dying
... These tales roughly wrought of ...
Reconstruction
... There's my nearest neighbour, Johnson, owed this self-same bank a debt, ...
The Road to Gundagai
... And cheeks to match the rose in hue -- The fairest maids Australia knows ...
Black Swans
... In our lonely rides by the ridge and plain In the silent park a scent of clover, ...
