[Banjo] (17 February 1864 – 5 February 1941 / New South Wales)

Poems of Andrew Barton Paterson

261. The Wargeilah Handicap 1/1/2004
262. The Weather Prophet 9/11/2012
263. The Wild Colonial Boy 9/11/2012
264. The Winds Message 1/1/2004
265. The Wreck of the Golfer 1/1/2004
266. There's Another Blessed Horse Fell Down 1/1/2004
267. Those Names 1/1/2004
268. Tom Collins 1/1/2004
269. Tommy Corrigan 1/1/2004
270. Two Aboriginal Songs 9/11/2012
271. Typographical 1/1/2004
272. Uncle Bill 1/1/2004
273. Under the Shadow of Kiley's Hill 1/1/2004
274. Wallabi Joe 9/11/2012
275. Waltzing Matilda 1/1/2004
276. Weary Will 1/1/2004
277. 'We're All Australians Now' 9/10/2012
278. What Have the Cavalry Done? 1/1/2004
279. When Dacey rode the Mule 1/1/2004
280. White Cockatoos 1/1/2004

The Last Parade

With never a sound of trumpet,
With never a flag displayed,
The last of the old campaigners
Lined up for the last parade.

Weary they were and battered,
Shoeless, and knocked about;
From under their ragged forelocks
Their hungry eyes looked out.

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