Banjo Paterson

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

Banjo Paterson Poems

201. Sunrise On The Coast 1/1/2004
202. Now Listen To Me And I'Ll Tell You My Views 1/1/2004
203. Shearing At Castlereagh 1/1/2004
204. How Gilbert Died 1/1/2004
205. Pioneers 1/1/2004
206. The Pearl Diver 1/1/2004
207. Right In Front Of The Army 1/1/2004
208. Over The Range 1/1/2004
209. When Dacey Rode The Mule 1/1/2004
210. Boots 1/1/2004
211. Santa Claus 1/1/2004
212. The Lay Of The Motor-Car 1/1/2004
213. Song Of The Future 1/1/2004
214. The Ballad Of M. T. Nutt And His Dog 1/1/2004
215. Black Swans 1/1/2004
216. An Evening In Dandaloo 1/1/2004
217. White Cockatoos 1/1/2004
218. Australian Scenery 1/1/2004
219. Behind The Scenes 1/1/2004
220. The Plains 1/1/2004
221. Saltbush Bill's Second Flight 1/1/2004
222. Riders In The Stand 1/1/2004
223. On Kiley's Run 1/1/2004
224. The Old Australian Ways 1/1/2004
225. Old Pardon, The Son Of Reprieve 1/1/2004
226. High Explosive 1/1/2004
227. The Road To Gundagai 1/1/2004
228. The Geebung Polo Club 1/1/2004
229. Saltbush Bill 1/1/2004
230. In The Droving Days 1/1/2004
231. An Answer To Various Bards 1/1/2004
232. At The Melting Of The Snow 1/1/2004
233. Saltbush Bill's Gamecock 1/1/2004
234. Moving On 1/1/2004
235. An Idyll Of Dandaloo 1/1/2004
236. In Defence Of The Bush 1/1/2004
237. Saltbush Bill, J.P. 1/1/2004
238. A Bush Christening 9/10/2012
239. An Emu Hunt 1/1/2004
240. With The Cattle 1/1/2004

Comments about Banjo Paterson

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

    This Guy is a sick lad bruh.

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  • 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

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

The Last Trump

"You led the trump," the old man said
With fury in his eye,
"And yet you hope my girl to wed!
Young man! your hopes of love are fled,
'Twere better she should die!
"My sweet young daughter sitting there,
So innocent and plump!
You don't suppose that she would care
To wed an outlawed man who'd dare

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