Frank Samuel Williamson

(1865–1936 / Australia)

Frank Samuel Williamson Poems

1. A Gippsland Morning In Early Spring 3/4/2010
2. Before The Boat Race 3/4/2010
3. Bloom Upon The Robin's Breast 3/4/2010
4. Chrysanthemums 3/4/2010
5. Dew Fsw 3/4/2010
6. Dreams Fsw 3/4/2010
7. Flag Song 3/4/2010
8. Fountain, Bird And Star 3/4/2010
9. Guitar Song 3/4/2010
10. Gum Trees 3/4/2010
11. Inconstant Lover 3/4/2010
12. Love In The South 3/4/2010
13. Mist And Moon 3/4/2010
14. On Falling At A Lady's Feet After A Dance 3/4/2010
15. Quatrain Fsw 3/4/2010
16. Question (Fsw) 3/4/2010
17. Rapunzel (Fsw) 3/4/2010
18. She Comes As Comes The Summer Night 3/4/2010
19. The Golden Fruitage Drooping Nigh 3/4/2010
20. The Magpie's Song 3/4/2010
21. The Miner's Grave 3/4/2010
22. The Spring Wind 3/4/2010
23. The Swagman, Or In Exile 3/4/2010
24. Thrushes (Fsw) 3/4/2010
25. Where Is Marie? Where Is Rose? 3/4/2010
26. Whispers Fsw 3/4/2010
27. Wind And Wattle Blossom 3/4/2010

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Before The Boat Race

There's a tumult in the distance, and a warsong in the air,
Where the foemen in their galleys, for another fight prepare,
For they whisper in the country, and they noise it in the town,
That the Wesley colours from the mast will soon be taken down.

Chorus.
Then, it's forward, boys, to battle—hear the bugle's thrilling tone,
With the Royal Purple, borne ahead, march onward, to your own;
With the Lion proudly passing, as the ensign flutters free;
Let the Lion keep the river, as the Lion keeps the sea.

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Before The Boat Race

There's a tumult in the distance, and a warsong in the air,
Where the foemen in their galleys, for another fight prepare,
For they whisper in the country, and they noise it in the town,
That the Wesley colours from the mast will soon be taken down.

Chorus.
Then, it's forward, boys, to battle—hear the bugle's thrilling tone,
With the Royal Purple, borne ahead, march onward, to your own;
With the Lion proudly passing, as the ensign flutters free;

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