WALTZING MATILDA by A.B. “Banjo” Paterson Oh there once was a swagman camped in the billabongs, Under the shade of a Coolibah tree; And he sang as he looked at the old billy boiling “Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.” Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, my darling. Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me. Waltzing Matilda and […]
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Out Of Time by Kenneth Slessor
Out Of Time Kenneth Slessor I I saw Time flowing like a hundred yachts That fly behind the daylight, foxed with air; Or piercing, like the quince-bright, bitter slats Of sun gone thrusting under Harbour’s hair. So Time, the wave, enfolds me in its bed, Or Time, the bony knife, it runs me through. “Skulker, […]
Beach Burial by Kenneth Slessor
Beach Burial by Kenneth Slessor (1944) Softly and humbly to the Gulf of Arabs The convoys of dead sailors come; At night they sway and wander in the waters far under, But morning rolls them in the foam. Between the sob and clubbing of gunfire Someone, it seems, has time for this, To pluck them from […]
Not Easy!
Not Easy! by Sara Victoria The fire in your eyes is like the Mona Lisa smile, I don’t want to fall from grace, I just want to stand here in my place. I can’t fake what I am not, and I won’t take what you’ve got, if you don’t want to give it to me. […]
The Man from Snowy River
The Man from Snowy River by Andrew Barton Paterson 1864 – 1941 There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around That the colt from Old Regret had got away, And had joined the wild bush horses — he was worth a thousand pound, So all the cracks had gathered to the […]
MULGA BILL'S BICYCLE
MULGA BILL’S BICYCLE by A.B. “Banjo” Paterson ‘Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze; He turned away the good old horse that served him many days; He dressed himself in cycling clothes, resplendent to be seen; He hurried off to town and bought a shining new machine; And as he wheeled it […]
Clancy of the Overflow
CLANCY OF THE OVERFLOW – A.B. “Banjo” Paterson I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better Knowledge, sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago, He was shearing when I knew him, so I sent the letter to him, Just “on spec”, addressed as follows: “Clancy, of […]