William Henry Ogilvie

(21 August 1869 – 30 January 1963 / Kelso, Scotland)

William Henry Ogilvie Poems

1. The Queen Of Yore 4/7/2010
2. Skyline Tommy 4/7/2010
3. Queensland Opal 4/7/2010
4. Witchery Knows! 4/7/2010
5. The Music Of The Chase 4/7/2010
6. English Grass 4/7/2010
7. The Artist 4/7/2010
8. The Battered Brigade 4/7/2010
9. The Right Sort 4/7/2010
10. The Happiest Man In England 4/7/2010
11. Biddy, Be Kind! 4/7/2010
12. Riderless 4/7/2010
13. The Game Of Our Hearts 4/7/2010
14. War Heel! 4/7/2010
15. Wind O' The Autumn 4/7/2010
16. The Straight Goer 4/7/2010
17. To One Of Our Wounded 4/7/2010
18. The First Flight 4/7/2010
19. The Huntsman's Horse 4/7/2010
20. The Pilot 4/7/2010
21. As They Come 4/7/2010
22. The Opening Run 4/7/2010
23. The Man To Follow 4/7/2010
24. Tom Moody 4/7/2010
25. Daffodils 4/7/2010
26. Colour 4/7/2010
27. The Veteran 4/7/2010
28. The Call 4/7/2010
29. Canadians 4/7/2010
30. The Second Whip Explains 4/7/2010
31. The Shadow On The Blind 4/7/2010
32. Hounds Going Home In The Dark 4/7/2010
33. The Stockyard Liar 4/7/2010
34. Once We Went Gaily 4/7/2010
35. A Gallop From The Train 4/7/2010
36. A Little Bit Of Garden 4/7/2010
37. The Pearl Of Them All 4/7/2010
38. Running On! 4/7/2010
39. Yonder He Goes! 4/7/2010
40. Our Pilots 4/7/2010

Comments about William Henry Ogilvie

  • Bootlace Phil (9/13/2018 9:49:00 PM)

    Ogilvie what a Wonderful Poet, One of the Finest! can you Imagine He and Harry Morant Together? One wonders, Did they collaborate together When Versing? There is a Similarity Esp with Morants verse? ?

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Best Poem of William Henry Ogilvie

My Hat!

The hats of a man may be many

In the course of a varied career,

And some have been worth not a penny

And some have been devilish dear;

But there's one hat I always remember
When sitting alone by the fire.

In the depth of a Northern November,

Because it fulfilled my desire.



It was old, it was ragged and rotten

And many years out of mode,

Like a thing that a tramp had forgotten

And left at the side of a road.

The boughs of the mulga had torn it,

It's ribbon was naught but lace,

And old swaggie ...

Read the full of My Hat!

My Hat!

The hats of a man may be many

In the course of a varied career,

And some have been worth not a penny

And some have been devilish dear;

But there's one hat I always remember

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