Old Poetry Poetry Poets Essays Forums

Book: Poems of Banjo Paterson (illustrated by Pro Hart)

This book is the 2nd in a series of Australian Poems illustrated by Australian artists, con tains a selection of the most well-known and best-loved of Paterson's poems including many well known favourites. Pro Hart's painting reflect the moods of the poems and adds a charm to the book. First published in 1974.

1 - 23 of 23
  • There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
    That the colt from old Regret had got away,
    115 lines, 24 comments
  • I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better
    Knowledge, sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago,
    38 lines, 6 comments
  • Oh there once was a swagman camped in the  billabong,
      Under the shade of a Coolabah tree;
    38 lines, 6 comments
  • It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town,
    He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down.
    53 lines, 6 comments
  • On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few,
    And men of religion are scanty,
    48 lines, 6 comments
  • "Only a pound," said the auctioneer,
    "Only a pound; and I'm standing here
    100 lines, 8 comments
  • 'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze;
    He turned away the good old horse that served him many days;
    40 lines, 2 comments
  • It was somewhere up the country, in a land of rock and scrub,
    That they formed an institution called the Geebung Polo Club.
    50 lines, 2 comments
  • There came a stranger to Walgett town,
    To Walgett town when the sun was low,
    25 lines, 1 comment
  • 'Twas to a small, up-country town,
        When we were boys at school,
    65 lines
  • We have sung the song of the droving days,
      Of the march of the travelling sheep;
    70 lines
  • Out in the grey cheerless chill of the morning light,
    Out on the track where the night shades still lurk,
    40 lines, 1 comment
  • "He ought to be home," said the old man, "without there's something amiss.
    He only went to the Two-mile -- he ought to be back by this.
    36 lines, 9 comments
  • So you're back from up the country, Mister Lawson, where you went,
    And you're cursing all the business in a bitter discontent;
    40 lines
  • The bell is set a-ringing, and the engine gives a toot,
    There's five-and-thirty shearers here a-shearing for the loot,
    24 lines
  • There's never a stone at the sleeper's head,
    There's never a fence beside,
    90 lines
  • Now is the law of the Overland that all in the West obey --
    A man must cover with travelling sheep a six-mile stage a day;
    58 lines
  • Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp,
    Where the serpents are in millions, all of the most deadly stamp;
    76 lines
  • We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave
    At the foot of the Eaglehawk;
    60 lines
  • Now the stock have started dying, for the Lord has sent a drought;
    But we're sick of prayers and Providence -- we're going to do without;
    54 lines
  • "The opening of the railway line! — the Governor and all!
    With flags and banners down the street, a banquet and a ball.
    50 lines
  • The stranger came from Narromine and made his little joke—
    "They say we folks in Narromine are narrow-minded folk.
    58 lines
  • Now look, you see, it’s this way like,
        You cross the broken bridge
    131 lines
1 - 23 of 23

Add a comment

    : Comment:

1 - 23 of 23