Anonymous Oceania Poems
|1.||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 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 ...
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-