Poems by Andrew Barton Paterson
It's Grand
... And pluck the wool from stinking sheep ...
A Disqualified Jockey's Story
... To bumping I'm your Moses! Strike me blue!" Says he, "I'll bump you over either rail, ...
The All Right Un
... Which read as follows: "Dear Sir, I take my pen ...
The Boss of the Admiral Lynch
... For the pris'ners they took -- they shot 'em, no odds were they small or great ...
A Voice from the Town
... Shall the blind lead the blind -- shall the sower ...
Those Names
... There were men from the inland stations where the skies like a furnace glow, ...
The Amateur Rider
... axe, Battleaxe wins! * * Well, sir, you rode him just perfect -- I knew from the fust you could ride ...
The Maori's Wool
... "You ship the wool to England, Chief! -- You'll find it's good advice, ...
Brumby's Run
... They vanish far away! Ah, me! before our day is done ...
Frying Pan's Theology
... Big pfeller God! "Him drive 'im bullock dray, ...
Hawker, the Standard Bearer
... " said he. "I have seen that flag that is starred with white," ...
The Army Mules
... Through the dark and the dust you may watch them go till the dawn is grey in the sky, ...
Morgan's Dog
... As he drank from his battered quart-pot, ...
A Motor Courtship
... Let us run over the world together!" But she slipped his clutch with a gesture mocking, ...
The Deficit Demon
... "If you want to back Parkes I'm your man -- here's a cool three to one on the Deficit ...
