Anonymous Oceania

Anonymous Oceania Poems

1. There's Whisky In The Jar 1/1/2004
2. Vision 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
6. Eugowra Rocks 1/1/2004
7. The Chinaman 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
18. Botany Bay 1/1/2004
19. A West Country Ballad 1/1/2004
20. Holy Dan 1/1/2004
21. How The Sailor Rode The Brumby 1/1/2004
22. The Fine Fat Saucy Chinaman 1/1/2004
23. Frank Gardiner 1/1/2004
24. Jim Jones 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

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The Wild Colonial Boy

'Tis of a wild Colonial Boy, Jack Doolan was his name,
Of poor but honest parents he was born in Castlemaine.
He was his father's only hope, his mother's pride and joy,
And dearly did his parents love the wild Colonial Boy.

Come, all 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,
And we'll scorn to live in slavery, bound down with iron chains.

He was scarcely sixteen years of age when he left his father's home,
And through Australia's sunny clime a ...

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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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