Author: Andrew Barton Paterson

Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp, Where the serpents are in millions, all of the most deadly […]

Beyond the land where Leichhardt went, Beyond Sturt’s Western track, The rolling tide of change has sent Some strange J. […]

I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better Knowledge, sent to where I met him […]

He had drifted in among us as a straw drifts with the tide, He was just a wand’ring mongrel from […]

Ho! Darkies, don’t you hear dose voters cryin’ Pack dat carpet bag! You must get to de Poll, you must […]

Kanzo Makame, the diver, sturdy and small Japanee, Seeker of pearls and of pearl-shell down in the depths of the […]

By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep, And the shepherd, with his billy, half awake and half asleep, […]

My horse had been lamed in the foot In the rocks at the back of the run, So I camped […]

He came from “further out”, That land of fear and drought And dust and gravel. He got a touch of […]

Awake, of Muse, the echoes of a day Long past, the ghosts of mem’ries manifold Youth’s memories that once were […]