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Banjo Paterson
1864 - 1941
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A Song Of The Pen
Not for the love of women toil we, we of the craft, / Not for the people's praise; / Only because our goddess made us her own and laughed,
A Thousand Miles Away
(Air: “Ten Thousand Miles Away.”) / Hurrah for the Roma railway! Hurrah for Cobb and Co., / And oh! for a good fat horse or two to carry me Westward Ho—
A Triolet
Of all the sickly forms of verse, / Commend me to the triolet. / It makes bad writers somewhat worse:
A Voice From The Town
I thought, in the days of the droving, / Of steps I might hope to retrace, / To be done with the bush and the roving
A Walgett Episode
The sun strikes down with a blinding glare; / The skies are blue and the plains are wide, / The saltbush plains that are burnt and bare
Ambition And Art
I am the maid of the lustrous eyes / Of great fruition, / Whom the sons of men that are over-wise
An Answer to Various Bards
Well, I've waited mighty patient while they all came rolling in, / Mister Lawson, Mister Dyson, and the others of their kin, / With their dreadful, dismal stories of the Overlander's camp,
An Emu Hunt
West of Dubbo the west begins / The land of leisure and hope and trust, / Where the black man stalks with his dogs and gins
An Evening In Dandaloo
It was while we held our races, / Hurdles, sprints and steplechases, / Up in Dandaloo,
An Idyll Of Dandaloo
On Western plains, where shade is not, / 'Neath summer skies of cloudless blue, / Where all is dry and all is hot,
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