I lived from 1864-1941. I was from Australia, and am in the Oceania category.
Andrew Barton Paterson was born on the 17th February 1864 in the township of Narambla, New South Wales. His Father, Andrew a scottish farmer from Lanarkshire. Young Andrew spent his formative years living at a station called “Buckenbah’ in the western districts of New South Wales. The land was unfenced; Dingo infested and was leased by his Father and Uncle from the Crown for a few pennies an acre.
And the bush has friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him
In the murmur of the breezes, and the rivers on its bars
And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended
And at night the wondrous glory of the everlasting stars
And the bush has friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him
In the murmur of the breezes, and the rivers on its bars
And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended
And at night the wondrous glory of the everlasting stars
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