Banjo Paterson

(17 February 1864 – 5 February 1941 / New South Wales)

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  • ANDREW (9/16/2018 7:03:00 PM)


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  • Yaqeen Al-Gayyim (9/14/2018 7:09:00 PM)

    I have to use one of Banjo Paterson's poems and make a Narrative story about it. 😇 👌🏻 #LoveYaBanjoPaterson

  • lauren (9/5/2018 6:51:00 PM)

    i realy love banjo Paterson poems for example i love a bush christening! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

  • Rhoda Hall (8/5/2018 4:26:00 AM)

    I am looking for a poem by Patterson with the last verse

    Not a single pyle of a loch we drive, but a few mean dams we scratch. For the fate of a nation nought compares to the turn of a cricket match

  • Martin Doyle (5/29/2018 1:11:00 PM)

    Patterson's work is remarkable in its imagery and ability to bring clarity of emotions to break through.

  • BILLIAM BAKESPEARE (5/7/2018 9:36:00 PM)


  • i cant be bothered anymore (5/7/2018 9:36:00 PM)

    what the hELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL is that

  • nick crompton (5/6/2018 10:46:00 PM)

    you know its nick crompton and my collar stay poppin
    yes i can rap and no i'm not from compton
    england is my city and if it weren't for team 10 the us would be
    i'll pass it to chance cuz you know he stay litty

  • ThatKidEatingAPickledPickle (4/9/2018 8:18:00 PM)

    get doubled pickled fam

  • loony face (4/5/2018 1:44:00 AM)

    (͡o ͜ʖ ͡o) ahahahhaha

Best Poem of Banjo Paterson

The Man From Snowy River

There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
That the colt from old Regret had got away,
And had joined the wild bush horses - he was worth a thousand pound,
So all the cracks had gathered to the fray.
All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far
Had mustered at the homestead overnight,
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are,
And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight.

There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup,
The old man with his hair as white as snow;
But ...

Read the full of The Man From Snowy River

Fed Up

I ain't a timid man at all, I'm just as brave as most,
I'll take my chance in open fight and die beside my post;
But riding round the 'ole day long as target for a Krupp,
A-drawing fire from Koppies -- well, I'm fair fed up.
It's wonderful how few get hit, it's luck that pulls us through;
Their rifle fire's no class at all, it misses me and you;
But when they sprinkle shells around like water from a cup
From that there blooming pom-pom gun -- well, I'm fed up.

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