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Book: Old Bush Songs

  • 'Tis of a wild Colonial Boy, Jack Doolan was his name,
    Of poor but honest parents he was born in Castlemaine.
    33 lines
  • Oh, we started down from Roto when the sheds had all cut out.
    We'd whips and whips of Rhino as we meant to push about,
    24 lines
  • John Gilbert was a bushranger
    Of terrible renown
    64 lines
  • 'Twas of a valiant highwayman and outlaw of disdain
    Who'd scorn to live in slavery or wear a convicts chain;
    40 lines
  • In Dublin town I was brought up, in that city of great fame.
    My decent friends and parents, they will tell to you the same.
    33 lines, 1 comment
  • In an old bark hut on a mountainside
    In a spot that was lone and drear
    160 lines, 2 comments
  • A strapping young stockman lay dying,
    His saddle supporting his head;
    28 lines, 1 comment
  • Come all you gallant bushrangers who gallop o'er the plains
    Refuse to live in slavery, or wear the convict chains.
    32 lines
  • A life that is free as the bandit's of old,
    When Rome was the prey of the warriers bold
    24 lines
  • Now I'm getting broken mouthed,
    My shearing's at an end,
    13 lines
  • My name is Ben Hall from Urunga I came,
    The cause of my turn out you all know the same;
    20 lines
  • D'ye ken our Jack with his note so gay,
    D'ye ken our Jack at the break of day,
    24 lines
  • Come all Australia's sons to me --
    A hero has been slain
    40 lines
  • Now some shearing I have done, and some prizes I have won,
    Through my knuckling down so close on the skin,
    21 lines
  • When I was at home I was down on my luck,
    And I earned a poor living by drawing a truck;
    96 lines
  • Lonely and sadly one night in November
    I laid down my weary head in search of repose
    44 lines
  • Let Romanists all at Confessional kneel,
    Let the Jew with disgust turn from it,
    24 lines, 1 comment
  • You often have been told of regiments brave and bold,
    But we are the bravest in the land;
    29 lines
  • I'm a broken-down old squatter, my cash it is all gone,
    Of troubles and bad seasons I complain;
    24 lines
  • Hurrah for the Roma railway! Hurrah for Cobb and Co.,
    And oh! for a good fat horse or two to carry me Westward Ho --
    17 lines
  • There's a trade you all know well —
          It's bringing cattle over:
    69 lines
  • He wore an old blue shirt the night that first we met,
    An old and tattered cabbage-tree concealed his locks of jet;
    19 lines
  • The sun peers o'er yon wooded ridge and thro' the forest dense,
    Its golden edge o'er the mountain ledge looks down on the stockyard fence,
    20 lines
  • The boss last night in the hut did say --
    "We start to muster at break of day;
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  • Be ye stockmen or no, to my story give ear.
    Alas! for poor Jack, no more shall we hear
    19 lines
  • I'll sing to you a fine new song, made by my blessed mate,
    Of a fine Australian squatter who had a fine estate,
    25 lines
  • The saddle was hung on the stockyard rail,
    And the poor old horse stood whisking his tail,
    38 lines
  • At River Bend, in New South Wales,
    All alone among the whales,
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  • The night is dark and stormy, and the sky is clouded o'er;
    Our horses we will mount and ride away,
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  • A bright sun and a loosened rein,
    A whip whose pealing sound
    32 lines
  • Kind friends, pray give attention
         To this, my little song.
    48 lines
  • Come, all you jolly natives, and I'll relate to you
    Some of my observations -- adventures, too, a few.
    30 lines
  • My name is old Jack Palmer,
    I'm a man of olden days,
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  • A club there is established here, whose name they say is Legion;
    From Melbourne to the Billabong they're known in every region.
    28 lines
  • The stockmen of Australia, what rowdy boys are they,
    They will curse and swear a hurricane if you come in their way.
    35 lines
  • When first I came to Sydney Cove
    And up and down the streets did rove,
    44 lines
  • Now, shut your mouths, you loafers all,
    You vex me with your twaddle,
    48 lines
  • When the merchant lies down, he can scarce go to sleep
    For thinking of his merchandise upon the fatal deep;
    31 lines
  • That's his saddle on the tie-beam,
    And them's his spurs up there
    68 lines
  • Shadows of the twilight falling
    On the mountain's brow,
    32 lines
  • We often hear men boast about the land which gave them birth,
    And each one thinks his native land the fairest spot on earth;
    40 lines
  • Dark over the face of Nature sublime
    Reign'd tyranny, warfare, and every crime;
    38 lines
  • Ye sons of industry, to you I belong,
    And to you I would dedicate a verse or a song.
    20 lines
  • Come now, ye sighing washers all,
    Join in my doleful lay,
    64 lines
  • I have come to tell the glorious news you'll all be glad to hear,
    Of the pleasant alterations that are taking place this year.
    40 lines, 1 comment
  • If you want a situation, I'll just tell you the plan
    To get on to a station, I am just your very man.
    22 lines, 1 comment
  • There's a happy little valley on the Eumerella shore,
    Where I've lingered many happy hours away,
    30 lines
  • I'm a broken-hearted miner, who loves his cup to drain,
    Which often-times has caused me to lie in frost and rain.
    38 lines
  • Come, all ye lads an' list to me,
    That's left your homes an' crossed the sea,
    56 lines
  • Now Jordan's land of promise is the burden of my song,
    Perhaps you've heard him lecture, and blow about it strong;
    20 lines
  • Hark! Hark! the dogs are barking, I can no longer stay;
    The boys have all gone shearing, so I heard the shepherd say;
    24 lines
  • I'm very unhappy, tho' nothing I've done.
    I'll tell you the cause of my sorrow;
    40 lines
  • Hurrah for the Lachlan, boys, and join me in a cheer;
    That's the place to go to make a cheque every year.
    24 lines
  • When first I left Old England's shore,
    Such yarns as we were told,
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  • The earth rolls on through empty space, its journey's never done;
    It's entered for a starry race throughout the kingdom come.
    22 lines
  • Come listen to my ditty, come listen to me hum,
    While I relate a verse or two of the professional bum
    29 lines
  • It's ah ! for my grog, my jolly, jolly grog,
    It's ah ! for my beer and tobacco;
    29 lines, 1 comment
  • The Irishman loves his fair Colleen,
    No doubt she is witty and pretty,
    19 lines
  • 'Twas a New England Cocky, as of late I've been told,
    Who died, so 'tis said, on account of the cold.
    20 lines
  • Over near a chock-and-log hut,
    Down by the river-side,
    36 lines
  • Then give me a hut in my own native land,
    Or a tent in the bush with the mountains so grand;
    19 lines
  • Throughout Australian History no tongue or pen can tell
    Of such preconcerted treachery -- there is no parallel --
    28 lines
  • Come! all ye lads of loyalty,
         and listen to my tale;
    61 lines, 3 comments
  • THE weather had been sultry for a fortnight's time or more,
    And the shearers had been driving might and main,
    29 lines
  • I've shore at Burrabogie, and I've shore at Toganmain,
    I've shore at big Willandra and upon the old Coleraine,
    22 lines, 1 comment
  • Dwell not with me,
    For you'll never see
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • All you on emigration bent,
    With home and England ill-content,
    78 lines
  • Our money's all spent, to the deuce it went!
    The landlord, he looks glum;
    28 lines
  • I've had all sorts of luck, sometimes bad, sometimes better,
    But now I have somebody's luck and my own,
    45 lines
  • Oh ! the shearing is all over,
    And the wool is coming down,
    73 lines
  • Och ! my name's Pat Malone, and I'm from Tipperary.
    Sure, I don't know it now, I'm so bothered, Ohone!
    60 lines

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