Anonymous Oceania Poems
|1.||A Day's Ride||1/1/2004|
|2.||A West Country Ballad||1/1/2004|
|3.||Bold Jack Donahoe (1)||1/1/2004|
|4.||Bold Jack Donahoe (2)||1/1/2004|
|9.||How The Sailor Rode The Brumby||1/1/2004|
|11.||Keep White The Strain||1/1/2004|
|12.||Ned Kelly Was A Gentleman||1/1/2004|
|13.||On The Road To Gundagai||1/1/2004|
|14.||The Ballad Of Ben Hall's Gang||1/1/2004|
|15.||The Bloody Fields Of Wheogo||1/1/2004|
|17.||The Convicts Rum Song||1/1/2004|
|18.||The Fine Fat Saucy Chinaman||1/1/2004|
|19.||The Gallant Peter Clarke||1/1/2004|
|20.||The Kelly Gang||1/1/2004|
|21.||The Little Worn Out Pony||1/1/2004|
|22.||The Maids Of The Mountains||1/1/2004|
|23.||The Old Bark Hut||1/1/2004|
|24.||The Only Land For Me (A Currency Lad)||1/1/2004|
|25.||The Port Phillip Patriot||1/1/2004|
|26.||The Wild Colonial Boy||1/1/2004|
|27.||There's Whisky In The Jar||1/1/2004|
The Wild Colonial Boy
'Tis of a wild Colonial Boy, Jack Doolan was his name,
Of poor but honest parents he was born in Castlemaine.
He was his father's only hope, his mother's pride and joy,
And dearly did his parents love the wild Colonial Boy.
Come, all my hearties, we'll roam the mountains high,
Together we will plunder, together we will die.
We'll wander over valleys, and gallop over plains,
And we'll scorn to live in slavery, bound down with iron chains.
He was scarcely sixteen years of age when he left his father's home,
And through Australia's sunny clime a ...
On The Road To Gundagai
Oh, we started down from Roto when the sheds had all cut out.
We'd whips and whips of Rhino as we meant to push about,
So we humped our blues serenely and made for Sydney town,
With a three-spot cheque between us, as wanted knocking down.
But we camped at Lazy Harry's, on the road to Gundagai.
The road to Gundagai! Not five miles from Gundagai!
Yes, we camped at Lazy Harry's, on the road to Gundagai.