Banjo Paterson

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

Banjo Paterson Poems

281. A Dog's Mistake 1/1/2004
282. Waltzing Matilda 1/1/2004
283. The Man From Snowy River 1/1/2004
284. A Change Of Menu 1/1/2004

Comments about Banjo Paterson

  • Squidward (3/13/2018 5:30:00 AM)

    Im only here because of school and i have no opion on this

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  • Panmelys Panmelys Panmelys Panmelys (2/10/2015 2:27:00 AM)

    Amazing discovery I've always wondered who Waltzing Mathilda, I like his work and will read more when time permits. Panmelys 205

  • Chuck Norris (10/9/2014 8:00:00 PM)

    This Guy is a sick lad bruh.

  • Mark Paterson (7/5/2010 2:24:00 PM)

    How right he was. Too late now. No heed was taken.

Best Poem of Banjo Paterson

A Change Of Menu

Now the new chum loaded his three-nought-three,
It's a small-bore gun, but his hopes were big.
"I am fed to the teeth with old ewe," said he,
"And I might be able to shoot a pig."
And he trusted more to his nose than ear
To give him warning when pigs were near.

Out of his lair in the lignum dark.
Where the wild duck nests and the bilbie digs,
With a whoof and a snort and a kind of bark
There rose the father of all the pigs:
And a tiger would have walked wide of him
As he stropped his tusks on a leaning limb.

Then the new chum's ...

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The Last Parade

With never a sound of trumpet,
With never a flag displayed,
The last of the old campaigners
Lined up for the last parade.

Weary they were and battered,
Shoeless, and knocked about;
From under their ragged forelocks
Their hungry eyes looked out.

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