Banjo Paterson

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

Banjo Paterson Poems

1. The Stockman 9/11/2012
2. The Weather Prophet 9/11/2012
3. The Dry Canteen 2/22/2016
4. The Stockmen Of Australia 9/11/2012
5. The Stringy-Bark Cockatoo 9/11/2012
6. Wallabi Joe 9/11/2012
7. The Stockman's Last Bed 9/11/2012
8. The Wallaby Brigade 9/11/2012
9. The Swagman 9/11/2012
10. Two Aboriginal Songs 9/11/2012
11. The Wild Colonial Boy 9/11/2012
12. The Squatter's Man 9/11/2012
13. Billy Barlow In Australia 9/10/2012
14. Bold Jack Donahoo 9/10/2012
15. Bourke's Dream 9/10/2012
16. The Great Calamity 9/11/2012
17. As Long As Your Eyes Are Blue 9/10/2012
18. Colonial Experience 9/10/2012
19. Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo 9/10/2012
20. Macbreath 9/10/2012
21. Mustering Song 9/10/2012
22. Paddy's Letter, 1857 9/10/2012
23. River Bend 9/10/2012
24. Saltbush Bill, J.P. 9/10/2012
25. The Maranoa Drovers 9/11/2012
26. The Murrumbidgee Shearer 9/11/2012
27. The Free Selector 9/11/2012
28. Song Of The Squatter 9/10/2012
29. Sunny New South Wales 9/10/2012
30. The Australian Stockman 9/11/2012
31. The Old Bullock Dray 9/11/2012
32. The Old Survey 9/11/2012
33. The Squatter Of The Olden Time 9/11/2012
34. The Diggers 9/11/2012
35. The Broken-Down Squatter 9/11/2012
36. The Freehold On The Plain 9/11/2012
37. The Eumerella Shore 9/11/2012
38. The Loafers' Club 9/11/2012
39. The Plains Of Riverine 9/11/2012
40. The Sheep-Washers' Lament 9/11/2012

Comments about Banjo Paterson

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  • ANDREW (9/16/2018 7:03:00 PM)

    I LOVE BANJO PATTERSON

  • 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)

    AYYYYYYYYYYY BANJO MY BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

  • 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

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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