Banjo Paterson
Banjo Paterson Poems
281. | Waltzing Matilda | 1/1/2004 |
282. | A Dog's Mistake | 1/1/2004 |
283. | A Change Of Menu | 1/1/2004 |
284. | The Man From Snowy River | 1/1/2004 |
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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 ...
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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Amazing discovery I've always wondered who Waltzing Mathilda, I like his work and will read more when time permits. Panmelys 205
This Guy is a sick lad bruh.
How right he was. Too late now. No heed was taken.