Poems by Anonymous
The Little Worn Out Pony
... Great God! The cattle a thousand head were crashing through the trees ...
Banks of Riverine
... And, when the day's work's over, love, in the evenings calm and fine, ...
I Know Moonrise
... I walk in de graveyard, I walk through de graveyard, ...
Keep White the Strain
... Wrench out the loathsome lusts and swear ...
The Copperheads
... Who hold peace meetings, where they pass ...
The Ballad of Ben Hall's Gang
... They took possession of the town, Including the public-houses, ...
Nothing At All In the Paper Today
... But the births and bankruptcies, deaths and marriages, ...
Shearers Song
... And when the shearing-time comes round, I'm in my glory then ...
To My Son
... Flash blue your eyes! Hold high your proud young head! ...
Bold Jack Donahoe (2)
... It was for the sake of five hundred pounds I was sent across the main, ...
Female Transport
... The sea was rough ran mountains high with us poor girls 'twas hard ...
The Rose-Bush
... "The life that would have filled the buds may still be seen, ...
Holy Dan
... Theyd struggled on through dust and drought ...
Telegraphy
... No pearls of flashes, heard or seen, their wondrous flight betray, ...
Immigration
... Here are boundless plains where it seldom rains, and you'll maybe die of thirst ...
