Our Own Flag By Banjo Paterson

Our Own Flag They mustered us up with a royal din, In wearisome weeks of drought. Ere ever half of the crops were in, Or…

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In The Droving Days By Banjo Paterson

In The Droving Days Only a pound, said the auctioneer, Only a pound; and I’m standing here Selling this animal, gain or loss — Only…

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Bush Christening By Banjo Paterson

Bush Christening On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few, And men of religion are scanty, On a road never cross’d ‘cept by folk…

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A Singer Of The Bush By Banjo Paterson

A Singer Of The Bush There is waving of grass in the breeze And a song in the air, And a murmur of myriad bees…

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Weary Will By Banjo Paterson

Weary Will WEARY WILL by A.B. Banjo Paterson The strongest creature for his size But least equipped for combat That dwells beneath Australian skies Is…

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The Sheep-Washers’ Lament By Banjo Paterson

The Sheep-Washers’ Lament Come now, ye sighing washers all, Join in my doleful lay, Mourn for the times none can recall, With hearts to grief…

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The Maranoa Drovers By Banjo Paterson

The Maranoa Drovers The night is dark and stormy, and the sky is clouded o’er; Our horses we will mount and ride away, To watch…

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The Deficit Demon By Banjo Paterson

The Deficit Demon It was the lunatic poet escaped from the local asylum, Loudly he twanged on his banjo and sang with his voice like…

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Song Of The Wheat By Banjo Paterson

Song Of The Wheat We have sung the song of the droving days, Of the march of the travelling sheep; By silent stages and lonely…

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Now Listen To Me And I’Ll Tell You My Views By Banjo Paterson

Now Listen To Me And I’Ll Tell You My Views Now listen to me and I’ll tell you my views concerning the African war, And…

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Hawker, The Standard Bearer By Banjo Paterson

Hawker, The Standard Bearer The grey gull sat on a floating whale, On a floating whale sat he, And he told his tale of the…

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Billy Barlow In Australia By Banjo Paterson

Billy Barlow In Australia When I was at home I was down on my luck, And I earned a poor living by drawing a truck;…

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A Disqualified Jockey’s Story By Banjo Paterson

A Disqualified Jockey’s Story You see, the thing was this way — there was me, That rode Panopply, the Splendor mare, And Ikey Chambers on…

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There’s Another Blessed Horse Fell Down By Banjo Paterson

There’s Another Blessed Horse Fell Down When you’re lying in your hammock, sleeping soft and sleeping sound, Without a care or trouble on your mind,…

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The Reverend Mullineux By Banjo Paterson

The Reverend Mullineux I’d reckon his weight as eight-stun-eight, And his height as five-foot-two, With a face as plain as an eight-day clock And a…

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The Loafers’ Club By Banjo Paterson

The Loafers’ Club A club there is established here, whose name they say is Legion From Melbourne to the Billabong, they’re known in every region….

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The Broken-Down Squatter By Banjo Paterson

The Broken-Down Squatter Come, Stumpy, old man, we must shift while we can; All our mates in the paddock are dead. Let us wave our…

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Santa Claus By Banjo Paterson

Santa Claus HALT! Who goes there?” The sentry’s call Rose on the midnight air Above the noises of the camp, The roll of wheels, the…

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Rio Grande By Banjo Paterson

Rio Grande Now this was what Macpherson told While waiting in the stand; A reckless rider, over-bold, The only man with hands to hold The…

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Johnson’s Antidote By Banjo Paterson

Johnson’s Antidote Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp, Where the serpents are in millions, all of the most deadly stamp; Where the…

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Driver Smith By Banjo Paterson

Driver Smith ‘Twas Driver Smith of Battery A was anxious to see a fight; He thought of the Transvaal all the day, he thought of…

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Another Fall Of Rain By Banjo Paterson

Another Fall Of Rain The weather had been sultry for a fortnight’s time or more, And the shearers had been driving might and main, For…

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With French To Kimberley By Banjo Paterson

With French To Kimberley The Boers were down on Kimberley with siege and Maxim gun; The Boers were down on Kimberley, their numbers ten to…

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The Swagman By Banjo Paterson

The Swagman Kind friends, pray give attention To this, my little song. Some rum things I will mention, And I’ll not detain you long. Up…

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The Open Steeplechase By Banjo Paterson

The Open Steeplechase I had ridden over hurdles up the country once or twice, By the side of Snowy River with a horse they called…

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The Free Selector By Banjo Paterson

The Free Selector Ye sons of industry, to you I belong, And to you I would dedicate a verse or a song, Rejoicing o’er the…

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The Amateur Rider By Banjo Paterson

The Amateur Rider Him goin’ to ride for us! Him — with the pants and the eyeglass and all. Amateur! don’t he just look it…

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Our Mat By Banjo Paterson

Our Mat It came from the prison this morning, Close-twisted, neat-lettered, and flat; It lies the hall doorway adorning, A very good style of a…

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In Re A Gentleman, One By Banjo Paterson

In Re A Gentleman, One We see it each day in the paper, And know that there’s mischief in store; That some unprofessional caper Has…

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By The Grey Gulf-Water By Banjo Paterson

By The Grey Gulf-Water Far to the Northward there lies a land, A wonderful land that the winds blow over, And none may fathom or…

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A Song Of The Pen By Banjo Paterson

A Song Of The Pen Not for the love of women toil we, we of the craft, Not for the people’s praise; Only because our…

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We could use the whip in the droving days. By Banjo Paterson

We could use the whip in the droving days. —————– Only a pound! and was this the end — Only a pound for the drover’s…

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The Scottish Engineer By Banjo Paterson

The Scottish Engineer With eyes that searched in the dark, Peering along the line, Stood the grim Scotsman, Hector Clark, Driver of Forty-nine. And the…

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The Mountain Squatter By Banjo Paterson

The Mountain Squatter Here in my mountain home, On rugged hills and steep, I sit and watch you come, O Riverinia Sheep! You come from…

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The Diggers By Banjo Paterson

The Diggers Bristling Billy the porcupine, A person that nobody liked, Sinking a shaft on an ant-bed mine, Came on a burrowing lizard’s line, And…

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Song Of The Squatter By Banjo Paterson

Song Of The Squatter The Commissioner bet me a pony—I won; So he cut off exactly two-thirds of my run; For he said I was…

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Not On It By Banjo Paterson

Not On It The new chum’s polo pony was the smartest pony yet — The owner backed it for the Cup for all that he…

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Gone Down By Banjo Paterson

Gone Down To the voters of Glen Innes ’twas O’Sullivan that went, To secure the country vote for Mister Hay. So he told ’em what…

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Benjamin Bandicoot By Banjo Paterson

Benjamin Bandicoot If you walk in the bush at night, In the wonderful silence deep, By the flickering lantern light When the birds are all…

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A Job For Mcguinness By Banjo Paterson

A Job For Mcguinness Oh, it’s dreadful to think in a country like this With its chances for work – and enjoyment That a man…

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Those Names By Banjo Paterson

Those Names The shearers sat in the firelight, hearty and hale and strong, After the hard day’s shearing, passing the joke along: The ‘ringer’ that…

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The Reveille By Banjo Paterson

The Reveille Trumpets of the Lancer Corps Sound a loud reveille; Sound it over Sydney shore, Send the message far and wide Down the Richmond…

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The Lost Drink By Banjo Paterson

The Lost Drink I had spent the night in the watch-house — My head was the size of three — So I went and asked…

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The Beautiful Land Of Australia By Banjo Paterson

The Beautiful Land Of Australia All you on emigration bent, With home and England discontent, Come, listen to my sad lament, All about the bush…

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Sam Holt By Banjo Paterson

Sam Holt Oh! don’t you remember Black Alice, Sam Holt Black Alice, so dusky and dark, The Warrego gin, with the straw through her nose,…

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Reconstruction By Banjo Paterson

Reconstruction So, the bank has bust it’s boiler! And in six or seven year It will pay me all my money back — of course!…

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Johnny Boer By Banjo Paterson

Johnny Boer Men fight all shapes and sizes as the racing horses run, And no man knows his courage till he stands before a gun….

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Do They Know By Banjo Paterson

Do They Know Do they know? At the turn to the straight Where the favourites fail, And every last atom of weight Is telling its…

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An Idyll Of Dandaloo By Banjo Paterson

An Idyll Of Dandaloo On Western plains, where shade is not, ‘Neath summer skies of cloudless blue, Where all is dry and all is hot,…

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Why The Jackass Laughs By Banjo Paterson

Why The Jackass Laughs The Boastful Crow and the Laughing Jack Were telling tales of the outer back: I’ve just been travelling far and wide,…

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The Story Of Mongrel Grey By Banjo Paterson

The Story Of Mongrel Grey This is the story the stockman told On the cattle-camp, when the stars were bright; The moon rose up like…

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The Old Tin Hat By Banjo Paterson

The Old Tin Hat In the good old days when the Army’s ways were simple and unrefined, With a stock to keep their chins in…

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The Freehold On The Plain By Banjo Paterson

The Freehold On The Plain I’m a broken-down old squatter, my cash it is all gone, Of troubles and bad seasons I complain; My cattle…

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That V.C. By Banjo Paterson

That V.C. ‘Twas in the days of front attack; This glorious truth we’d yet to learn it — That every front has got a back….

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Opening Of The Railway Line By Banjo Paterson

Opening Of The Railway Line The opening of the railway line… The Governor and all, With flags and banners down the street, A banquet and…

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In Defence Of The Bush By Banjo Paterson

In Defence Of The Bush So you’re back from up the country, Mister Lawson, where you went, And you’re cursing all the business in a…

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Buffalo Country By Banjo Paterson

Buffalo Country Out where the grey streams glide, Sullen and deep and slow, And the alligators slide From the mud to the depths below Or…

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A Nervous Governor-General By Banjo Paterson

A Nervous Governor-General We read in the press that Lord Northcote is here To take up Lord Tennyson’s mission. ‘Tis pleasant to find they have…

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Waltzing Matilda By Banjo Paterson

Waltzing Matilda OH! there once was a swagman camped in the Billabong, Under the shade of a Coolabah tree; And he sang as he looked…

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The Scorcher And The Howling Swell By Banjo Paterson

The Scorcher And The Howling Swell The Scorcher and the Howling Swell were riding through the land; They wept like anything to see the hills…

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