John Philip Bourke Poems

With head erect I fought the fight
Or mingled with the dance,
And now I merge into the night
With utter nonchalance.
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With head erect I fought the fight
Or mingled with the dance,
And now I merge into the night
With utter nonchalance.
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When I am dead
Bring me no roses white.
Nor lilies spotless
And immaculate,
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Oh, he led his love through the church's aisle,
And be cried 'You bet!' with an eight horse smile.
When, the parson asked would he love and care
For the dainty thing with the forehead fair,
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A little ray from a shaded light
A colour splash on a field of white
Too short a day and a damn long night
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Wages ! No, not us old party,
While a rattle's in the shaker
Patched and grimy, strong and hearty,
Best of cobbers with the baker.
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There is no need to say good-bye,
And weep;
There is no call on us for tear or sigh.
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They coiled the drams and filled the bags.
And whistled loud and gaily,
For now the rush was on at last
They'd been expecting daily ;
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Many a wind is blowing, .
Our from the weary West,
Many a wave is chasing
Opaline crest on crest ;
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