Andrew Barton Paterson [Banjo] (17 February 1864 – 5 February 1941 / New South Wales)
Poems of Andrew Barton Paterson
| 1. | "Ave Ceasar" | 1/1/2004 |
| 2. | "In re a Gentleman, One" | 1/1/2004 |
| 3. | "We're All Australians Now" | 1/1/2004 |
| 4. | “Shouting” for a Camel | 1/1/2004 |
| 5. | A Ballad of Ducks | 1/1/2004 |
| 6. | A Bunch of Roses | 1/1/2004 |
| 7. | A Bush Christening | 9/10/2012 |
| 8. | A Bush Lawyer | 1/1/2004 |
| 9. | A Bushman's Song | 1/1/2004 |
| 10. | A Change of Menu | 1/1/2004 |
| 11. | A Disqualified Jockey's Story | 1/1/2004 |
| 12. | A Dog's Mistake | 1/1/2004 |
| 13. | A Dream of the Melbourne Cup | 1/1/2004 |
| 14. | A Job for McGuinness | 1/1/2004 |
| 15. | A Motor Courtship | 1/1/2004 |
| 16. | A Mountain Station | 1/1/2004 |
| 17. | A National Song For Australia Felix | 9/10/2012 |
| 18. | A Nervous Governor-General | 1/1/2004 |
| 19. | A Rule Of The A.J.C. | 9/10/2012 |
| 20. | A Singer of the Bush | 1/1/2004 |
Fed Up
I ain't a timid man at all, I'm just as brave as most,
I'll take my chance in open fight and die beside my post;
But riding round the 'ole day long as target for a Krupp,
A-drawing fire from Koppies -- well, I'm fair fed up.
It's wonderful how few get hit, it's luck that pulls us through;
Their rifle fire's no class at all, it misses me and you;
But when they sprinkle shells around like water from a cup
From that there blooming pom-pom gun -- well, I'm fed up.
