Banjo Paterson

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

Banjo Paterson Poems

121. The Ballad Of That P.N. 1/1/2004
122. The Rum Parade 1/1/2004
123. The Lung Fish 1/1/2004
124. Anthony Considine 1/1/2004
125. Jimmy Dooley's Army 1/1/2004
126. It's Grand 1/1/2004
127. The Ballad Of G. R. Dibbs 1/1/2004
128. The Maori Pig Market 1/1/2004
129. Swinging The Lead 1/1/2004
130. The Maori's Wool 1/1/2004
131. Song Of The Wheat 1/1/2004
132. Out Of Sight 1/1/2004
133. Uncle Bill 1/1/2004
134. Commandeering 1/1/2004
135. The Scapegoat 1/1/2004
136. The Passing Of Gundagai 1/1/2004
137. Gilhooley's Estate 1/1/2004
138. On The Trek 1/1/2004
139. Not On It 1/1/2004
140. The Last Trump 1/1/2004
141. The Scottish Engineer 1/1/2004
142. The Old Tin Hat 1/1/2004
143. The Boss Of The Admiral Lynch 1/1/2004
144. The Duties Of An Aide-De-Camp 1/1/2004
145. The Army Mules 1/1/2004
146. Driver Smith 1/1/2004
147. The Flying Gang 1/1/2004
148. The First Surveyor 1/1/2004
149. Daylight Is Dying 1/1/2004
150. That V.C. 1/1/2004
151. The Ballad Of The Calliope 1/1/2004
152. The Mountain Squatter 1/1/2004
153. Cassidy's Epitaph 1/1/2004
154. Hard Luck 1/1/2004
155. Hay And Hell And Booligal 1/1/2004
156. The Lost Leichardt 1/1/2004
157. Do They Know? 1/1/2004
158. Black Harry's Team 1/1/2004
159. The Matrimonial Stakes 1/1/2004
160. Only A Jockey 1/1/2004

Comments about Banjo Paterson

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

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

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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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Frogs In Chorus

The chorus frogs in the big lagoon
Would sing their songs to the silvery moon.
Tenor singers were out of place,
For every frog was a double bass.
But never a human chorus yet
Could beat the accurate time they set.
The solo singer began the joke;
He sang, "As long as I live I'll croak,
Croak, I'll croak,"

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