Poems by Andrew Barton Paterson
The Winds Message
... And some but caught a fresh-blown breeze with scent of pine that stirred ...
"In re a Gentleman, One"
... To deal with "A Gentleman, One"! And some face it boldly, and brazen ...
That Half-Crown Sweep
... With "Bob-in Sweeps" their thirst to quench, ...
Saltbush Bill, J.P.
... Behind the travelling sheep That Edward Rex, confiding in ...
The Hypnotist
... That the same is all that one's heart could wish -- ...
The Silent Shearer
... And the things to be done, and the words to be said, ...
The Federal Bus Conductor and the Old Lady
... You bet your lofe we're not such fools but what we'll do our best ...
The Reverend Mullineux
... Reverend Mullineux! Scrimmage was packed on his prostrate form, ...
The Gundaroo Bullock
... And there's some that breeds the brindle which they call the "Goulburn Roan" ...
The Lay of the Motor-Car
... Underneath, and there rang through the fog ...
The Two Devines
... With the clashing sound that the shear-blades make ...
The Old Timer's Steeplechase
... Of the folk in the distance, yelling! Then the last time round! And the hoofbeats rang! ...
The Rhyme of the O'Sullivan
... The great O'Sullivan!" With weary steps and slow, ...
That V.C.
... This glorious truth we'd yet to learn it -- ...
What Have the Cavalry Done?
... "Fetch up the bloomin' guns!" And you'd see them great gun horses spring ...
