Poems by Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
At Devlin's Siding
... ow! but pray for her, and pity, as the trainCarries a white-faced woman back to face the world again ...
The Demon Snow-shoes
... sayThat sometimes at the close of day,They see a misty wraith flash by,With the faint echo of a cry ...
The Digger's Song
... another twirl around! Let the water swirl around!That's the way we rob the river of its golden fish ...
Down the River
... an short at old Bobby Rand's!Heads are drooping and tears are falling Up on Monaro's mountain lands ...
Fogarty's Gin
... Yet that was as much as the little gin needed:She made no great fuss, though, nor murmured nor cried ...
From the Far West
... o left no name On the scroll of Fame,Yet died in his tracks, as well becameA son of that desert land ...
How Polly Paid for her Keep
... tead,Who found that he died from a serious abrasion--Both wheels of the coach had gone over his head ...
Kelly's Conversion
... that had ended passing well--The sad refrain of a hero's fateTuned in a tongue we may not translate ...
On the Boundary
... s on to ours, And so, in consequence,It's part of Polly's work to ride Their side the boundary-fence ...
A Song from a Sandhill
... and then a western breeze that cuts one like a knife:Sputter on the fire: is it never going to stop ...
A Vision out West
... th with silent energy he speeds,From dawn of life to hour of death, to execute their slightest needs ...
Where the Dead Men Lie
... whose limbs are cramped withToo long lying in grave mould, camped with Death where the dead men lie ...
