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Athwart the star-lit midnight sky Luminous fleecy clouds drift by, As the mysterious, pallid moon Sinks in the waveless still lagoon… Now that the queen of night is dea…
Ah, Jack! Time finds us feeble m… And all too swift our years have f… The days are different now to then… In that time when we rode ten ston… The minstrel when his mem’ry goes
So now the Brands Seek other lands; Alack! long ere they reach ‘em A fickle crowd Will cheer as loud
A dandy old horsernan is Brigalow… Which his name, sir, is Michael O… Whatever he’s riding, when timber… He is always in front of the crowd… A few tangled locks that are fast…
Oh! the quiet river-crossing Where we twain were wont to ride, Where the wanton winds were to sin… Willow branches o’er the tide. There the golden noon would find u…
Never before was daughter of Eve… There be none of God’s holy angel… As thine, nor dreamer has ever dre… There’s a gleam in your golden tre… There is witchery in your smile,…
Girls in town and boys out back, I’ve rolled up my little pack, And on june’s chill wintry gales Sail from pleasant New South Wal… Ere I go - a doggerel song
We’ve drunk our wine, we’ve kissed… The horses must be thinking it’s a… Sling the swags on Condamine and… And stuff a bottle in the bags and… What matter if the creeks are up -…
The world around is sleeping, The stars are bright o’erhead, The shades of myalls weeping Upon the sward are spread; Among the gloomy pinetops
There’s a damper in the ashes, tea… There’s whips of feed and shelter… There’s gidya wood about us and wa… And just one bottle left yet of th… There are chops upon the embers, w…
So Nell was married yesterday! - Let’s fill a bumper mellow, And drain it to old Hymen’s sway… And to the lucky fellow. Time was when 1 was 'gone’ on her:
When the last rousing gallop is en… And the last post-and-rall has bee… And a cracked neck that cannot be… Shall have under the yew-tree been… Just you leave him alone-in God’s…
Now, all the world is green and br… Outside the latticed pane; The fields are decked with gold an… And Spring has come again. But though the world be fair witho…
Trapping brumbies in the moonlight… ‘Way back on Campbell’s country -… When saddled up and ready qur impa… While we squatted in the gunyah wi… And presently the hoof-beats of th…
‘Love me little, love me long’ - Laggard lover penn’d such song. Rather, Neil!– In other style – Love me much, a little while. If that minstrel ever knew