Anonymous Oceania Poems
|2.||There's Whisky In The Jar||1/1/2004|
|3.||The Maids Of The Mountains||1/1/2004|
|4.||Bold Jack Donahoe (2)||1/1/2004|
|5.||The Bloody Fields Of Wheogo||1/1/2004|
|8.||Keep White The Strain||1/1/2004|
|9.||The Gallant Peter Clarke||1/1/2004|
|10.||The Convicts Rum Song||1/1/2004|
|11.||Bold Jack Donahoe (1)||1/1/2004|
|12.||On The Road To Gundagai||1/1/2004|
|13.||A Day's Ride||1/1/2004|
|14.||The Ballad Of Ben Hall's Gang||1/1/2004|
|15.||The Port Phillip Patriot||1/1/2004|
|16.||The Only Land For Me (A Currency Lad)||1/1/2004|
|17.||The Kelly Gang||1/1/2004|
|19.||A West Country Ballad||1/1/2004|
|21.||How The Sailor Rode The Brumby||1/1/2004|
|22.||The Fine Fat Saucy Chinaman||1/1/2004|
|25.||Ned Kelly Was A Gentleman||1/1/2004|
|26.||The Old Bark Hut||1/1/2004|
|27.||The Little Worn Out Pony||1/1/2004|
|28.||The Wild Colonial Boy||1/1/2004|
Comments about Anonymous Oceania
The Little Worn Out Pony
There's a little worn-out pony this side of Hogan's shack
With a snip upon his nuzzle and a mark upon his back;
Just a common little pony is what most people say,
But then of course they've never heard what happened in his day:
I was droving on the Leichhardt with a mob of pikers wild,
When this tibby little pony belonged to Hogan's child.
One night it started raining – we were camping on a rise,
When the wind blew cold and bleakly and thunder shook the skies;
The lightning cut the figure eight around the startled cattle,
Then down there fell torrential rains ...
Bold Jack Donahoe (2)
In Dublin town I was brought up, in that city of great fame.
My decent friends and parents, they will tell to you the same.
It was for the sake of five hundred pounds I was sent across the main,
For seven long years in New South Wales to wear a convict's chain.
Chorus: Then come, 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,
For we scorn to live in slavery, bound down in iron chains.