Poems by Andrew Barton Paterson
Investigating Flora
... And went screaming through the bush! At the crossing of Lost River, ...
When Dacey rode the Mule
... For riding of the mule! The band struck up with Killaloe, ...
Father Riley's Horse
... nking it was Andy Regan's self!" And the poor of Kiley's Crossing drank the health at Christmastide ...
A Singer of the Bush
... We are fighting with fate for their lives -- ...
Swinging the Lead
... "That's Lead!" So they sent him to the trenches where he landed safe and sound, ...
The Wargeilah Handicap
... They asked the new chum -- fifty -- cash! And when he said the price was high, ...
An Idyll of Dandaloo
... The judge's verdict was "Dead heat!" And many men there were could tell ...
Jock
... They have to sit and wait and send for Jock! Yes, the Jocks -- Scotch Jocks, ...
Buffalo Country
... Where the fever comes on the south wind's breath, ...
Santa Claus in the Bush
... Till the emu lays an egg!" "Rin doon, rin doon, my little son Jack, ...
Policeman G.
... Fol-de-diddle-doh! "Though ye must not box -- nor shpit -- nor bet, ...
The Man from Goondiwindi, Q.
... onounced "gun-da-windy", with the main stress on the third syllable, a secondary stress on the first ...
He Giveth His Beloved Sleep
... Thank God for sleep! For, at the last, beseeching Christ to save us ...
Only a Jockey
... "Stop him there! Block him there! Drive him in carefully, ...
The Ballad of the Carpet Bag
... Pack dat carpet bag! And supposin' that you're beat, and you feel like cryin', ...
