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| 2111. | The Plains by Andrew Barton Paterson> | | A land, as far as the eye can see, where the waving grasses grow
Or the plains are blackened and burnt and bare, where the false mirages go
Like s... |
| 2112. | The Geebung Polo Club by Andrew Barton Paterson> | | It was somewhere up the country, in a land of rock and scrub,
That they formed an institution called the Geebung Polo Club.
They were long and wir... |
| 2113. | The Last Parade by Andrew Barton Paterson> | | 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 an... |
| 2114. | The Duties of an Aide-de-camp by Andrew Barton Paterson> | | Oh, some folk think vice-royalty is festive and hilarious,
The duties of an A.D.C. are manifold and various,
So listen, whilst I tell in song
Th... |
| 2115. | A Dream of the Melbourne Cup by Andrew Barton Paterson> | | Bring me a quart of colonial beer
And some doughy damper to make good cheer,
I must make a heavy dinner;
Heavily dine and heavily sup,
Of indi... |
| 2116. | High Explosive by Andrew Barton Paterson> | | 'Twas the dingo pup to his dam that said,
"It's time I worked for my daily bread.
Out in the world I intend to go,
And you'd be surprised at the... |
| 2117. | The Wargeilah Handicap by Andrew Barton Paterson> | | Wargeilah town is very small,
There's no cathedral nor a club,
In fact the township, all in all,
Is just one unpretentious pub;
And there, fro... |
| 2118. | Policeman G. by Andrew Barton Paterson> | | To Policeman G. the Inspector said:
"When you pass the 'shops' you must turn your head;
If you took a wager, that would be a sin;
So you'll earn... |
| 2119. | He Giveth His Beloved Sleep by Andrew Barton Paterson> | | The long day passes with its load of sorrow:
In slumber deep
I lay me down to rest until tomorrow --
Thank God for sleep.
Thank God for all re... |
| 2120. | The Ballad of the Carpet Bag by Andrew Barton Paterson> | | Ho! Darkies, don't you hear dose voters cryin'
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must get to de Poll, you must get there flyin';
Pack dat carpet bag!
Y... |
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