Anonymous Oceania

Anonymous Oceania Poems

1. Vision 1/1/2004
2. There's Whisky In The Jar 1/1/2004
3. The Wild Colonial Boy 1/1/2004
4. The Port Phillip Patriot 1/1/2004
5. The Only Land For Me (A Currency Lad) 1/1/2004
6. The Old Bark Hut 1/1/2004
7. The Maids Of The Mountains 1/1/2004
8. The Little Worn Out Pony 1/1/2004
9. The Kelly Gang 1/1/2004
10. The Gallant Peter Clarke 1/1/2004
11. The Fine Fat Saucy Chinaman 1/1/2004
12. The Convicts Rum Song 1/1/2004
13. The Chinaman 1/1/2004
14. The Bloody Fields Of Wheogo 1/1/2004
15. The Ballad Of Ben Hall's Gang 1/1/2004
16. On The Road To Gundagai 1/1/2004
17. Ned Kelly Was A Gentleman 1/1/2004
18. Keep White The Strain 1/1/2004
19. Jim Jones 1/1/2004
20. How The Sailor Rode The Brumby 1/1/2004
21. Holy Dan 1/1/2004
22. Frank Gardiner 1/1/2004
23. Eugowra Rocks 1/1/2004
24. Botany Bay 1/1/2004
25. Bold Jack Donahoe (2) 1/1/2004
26. Bold Jack Donahoe (1) 1/1/2004
27. A West Country Ballad 1/1/2004
28. A Day's Ride 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Anonymous Oceania

Ned Kelly Was A Gentleman

Ned Kelly was a gentleman:
Many hardships did he endure.
He battled to deprive the rich
Then gave it to the poor.
But his mode of distribution
Was not acceptable to all,
Though backed by certain gunmen
Known as Gilbert and Ben Hall.

I think it was a pity
They hanged him from a rope.
They made Australian history
But they shattered Kelly's hope.
If they sent him into Parliament
His prospects would be bright.
He'd function for the masses
If not for the elite.

And perhaps now in Australia
We'd have millions trained with ...

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Jim Jones

O, listen for a moment lads, and hear me tell my tale-
how o'er the sea from England's shore I was compelled to sail.
The jury said, "He's guilty Sir," and says the judge, says he-
"For life Jim Jones, I'm sending you across the stormy sea;
and take my tip before you ship to join the iron-gang.
don't be too gay at Botany Bay, or else you'll surely hang-
Or else you'll hang" he says, says he- "and after that Jim Jones,
high up upon the gallows-tree the crows will pick your bones-

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