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  • Come all young girls, both far and near and listen unto me
    While unto you I do unfold what proved my destiny
    36 lines
  • Poor Tom Brown from Nottingham, Jack Williams and poor Joe
    They were three gallant poacher boys their country well does know
    26 lines
  • A life that is free as the bandit's of old,
    When Rome was the prey of the warriers bold
    24 lines
  • One Sunday morning, as I went walking,
    By Brisbane waters I chanced to stray.
    33 lines
  • Now I'm getting broken mouthed,
    My shearing's at an end,
    13 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
  • 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;
    57 lines
  • 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,
    25 lines
  • The night is dark and stormy, and the sky is clouded o'er;
    Our horses we will mount and ride away,
    25 lines, 1 comment
  • A bright sun and a loosened rein,
    A whip whose pealing sound
    32 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,
    84 lines
  • 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
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