Poems by Andrew Barton Paterson
The Matrimonial Stakes
... key could have ridden it and won! Then they "weighed me in" a winner -- it's not often that occurs! ...
The Rule of the A.J.C.
... J.C., You must ride the horse out -- though, of course, if you do ...
With the Cattle
... Its homeward down the Bland well go, and never more well roam ...
The Story of Mongrel Grey
... The Lord that held him alone could tell! He dodged the timber whene'er he could, ...
The Road to Hogan's Gap
... . . . . . The stranger turned his horses quick ...
The Swagman's Rest
... "For I've always heard --" here his voice grew weak, ...
Saltbush Bill
... "We have spread the sheep with a two-mile spread, and the grass it is something grand ...
Our Mat
... And spun in its intricate thread! The letters are new, neat and nobby, ...
On Kiley's Run
... On Kiley's Run. All life and sport and hope have died ...
On the Trek
... But they'll miss me on the Lachlan when they call the roll this year, ...
The Reveille
... While our Empire's bounds are wide, ...
Saltbush Bill on the Patriarchs
... week or two in Old Man Jacobs camp! But if I keep the narrer path, some day, perhaps, Ill know ...
Under the Shadow of Kiley's Hill
... Rough is their grave, but they sleep as sound ...
The Passing of Gundagai
... We always call him 'Gundagai!'" Our flashest shearer then had gone ...
Shearing at Castlereagh
... So stir yourselves, you penners-up, and shove the sheep along -- ...
