Anonymous Oceania Poems
|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|
|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|
|20.||How The Sailor Rode The Brumby||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|
The Old Bark Hut
In an old bark hut on a mountainside
In a spot that was lone and drear
A woman whose heart was aching sat
Watching from year to year.
A small boy, Jim, her only child,
Helped her to watch and wait,
But the time never came when they could go free,
Free from the bond of hate.
For McConnel was out on the mountainside
Living without a hope
And seeing nothing before him now
But death by a hangman’s rope.
Hated and chased by his fellow men,
To take him alive or dead,
An outlaw banned by the world was he
With five hundred pounds on his head....
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.