Poems by William Henry Ogilvie
From The Gulf
... What's ours to fare, by God they'll shared for we've been droving tool ...
The Horseman
... The spurs our grandsires buckled by our sons' sons shall be worn! ...
The Last Fence
... There'll be nothing in front but the Master, ...
Young England
... year. Time will cap them forward and cheer them to a place ...
Whyte-Melville
... shore, We have followed the brave Whyte-Melville in love ...
As I Wandered Home
... Through the ditch with his thief's heart quaking, ...
The Riding Camel
... When the gloom on his forehead gathered, when he fingered the blade at his belt, ...
To One Of Our Wounded
... Till you take your place in the old first flight, ...
His Gippsland Girl
... When the shearing's done and the shed's cut out ...
Our Heritage
... Where the first flight ride reckless, knee to knee, ...
The Right Sort
... They'll be harried and headed and chopped in a ride ...
The Second Whip Explains
... Though it's me that knows that the cunnin' old rags ...
If I Were Old
... No dark can ever hide this dear loved land from me ...
The Pearl Of Them All
... … These tears, how they blind as they fall! ...
Colour
... That summers life is ebbing on the bed your beauty screens ...
