Poems of Anonymous Oceania
|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|
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-