Banjo Paterson

Weary Will By Banjo Paterson

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 Weary Will the Wombat. He digs his homestead underground, He’s neither shrewd nor clever; For kangaroos can leap and bound But wombats dig fore... »

The Sheep-Washers’ Lament By Banjo Paterson

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 a prey. We’ll mourn the washer’s sad downfall In our regretful strain, Lamenting on the days gone by Ne’er to return again. When first... »

The Maranoa Drovers By Banjo Paterson

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 the squatters’ cattle through the darkness of the night, And we’ll keep them on the camp till break of day. For we’re going, going, going to Gunneda... »

The Deficit Demon By Banjo Paterson

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 a saw-mill, While as with fervour he sang there was borne o’er the shuddering wildwood, Borne on the breath of the poet a flavour of rum and of onions. He sang o... »

Song Of The Wheat By Banjo Paterson

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 ways Thin, white battalions creep. But the man who now by the land would thrive Must his spurs to a plough-share beat. Is there ever a man in the world alive To sing the son... »

Our Own Flag By Banjo Paterson

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 the half of the sheds cut out. ‘Twas down with the saddle and spurs and whip The swagman dropped his swag. And we hurried us off to the outbound ship To fight for the Englis... »

In The Droving Days By Banjo Paterson

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 a pound for the drover’s horse? One of the sort that was ne’er afraid, One of the boys of the Old Brigade; Thoroughly honest and game, I’l... »

Bush Christening By Banjo Paterson

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 that are lost, One Michael Magee had a shanty. Now this Mike was the dad of a ten year old lad, Plump, healthy, and stoutly conditioned; He was strong as... »

A Singer Of The Bush By Banjo Paterson

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 That toil everywhere. There is scent in the blossom and bough, And the breath of the Spring Is as soft as a kiss on a brow — And Spring-time I sing. There is drought on the land, and ... »

A Disqualified Jockey’s Story By Banjo Paterson

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 the Iron Dook, And Smith, the half-caste rider on Regret, And that long bloke from Wagga — him that rode Veronikew, the Snowy River horse. Well,... »

There’s Another Blessed Horse Fell Down By Banjo Paterson

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, And there’s nothing to disturb you but the engines going round, And you’re dreaming of the girl you left behind; In the middle ... »

The Reverend Mullineux By Banjo Paterson

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 walk as brisk as a bantam-cock — Game as a bantam, too, Hard and wiry and full of steam, That’s the boss of the English Team, Reverend... »

The Loafers’ Club By Banjo Paterson

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. They do not like the cockatoos, but mostly stick to stations, Where they keep themselves from starving by cadging shepherds’ rations. Th... »

The Broken-Down Squatter By Banjo Paterson

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 farewells to Glen Eva’s sweet dells And the hills where your lordship was bred; Together to roam from our drought-stricken home It seems hard that such things have... »

Santa Claus By Banjo Paterson

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 horses’ tramp. The challenge echoed over all— “Halt! Who goes there?” A quaint old figure clothed in white, He bore a staff of pine, An ivy-wreath was on his head. “Adv... »

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 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 the man who upholds any different views, the same is a ritten Pro-Boer! (Though I’m getting a little bit doubtful myself, as it drags on week after week: But it&#... »

Hawker, The Standard Bearer By Banjo Paterson

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 storm and the gale, And the ships that he saw with steam and sail, As he flew by the Northern Sea. I have seen a sign that is strange and new, That I never before did see: A fly... »

Billy Barlow In Australia By Banjo Paterson

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; But old aunt died, and left me a thousand—Oh, oh, I’ll start on my travels, said Billy Barlow. Oh dear, lackaday, oh, So off to Australia came Billy Barlow. When to Sydney I got, ... »

With French To Kimberley By Banjo Paterson

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 one! Faint were the hopes the British had to make the struggle good — Defenceless in an open plain the Diamond City stood. They built them forts with bags ... »

The Swagman By Banjo Paterson

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 and down this country I travel, don’t you see, I’m a swagman on the wallaby, Oh! don’t you pity me. I’m a swagman on the wallaby, Oh! ... »

The Open Steeplechase By Banjo Paterson

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 ‘The Ace’. And we brought him down to Sydney, and our rider, Jimmy Rice, Got a fall and broke his shoulder, so they nabbed me in a trice, Me, that never wore ... »

The Free Selector By Banjo Paterson

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 victory John Robertson has won Now the Land Bill has passed and the good time has come No more with our swags through the bush need we roam For to ask of another there to g... »

The Amateur Rider By Banjo Paterson

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 — it’s twenty to one on a fall. Boss must be gone off his head to be sending out steeplechase crack Out over fences like these with an object like t... »

Rio Grande By Banjo Paterson

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 rushing Rio Grande. He said, “This day I bid good-bye To bit and bridle rein, To ditches deep and fences high, For I have dreamed a dream, and I Shall never ride ... »

Johnson’s Antidote By Banjo Paterson

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 station-cook in terror, nearly every time he bakes, Mixes up among the doughboys half-a-dozen poison-snakes: Where the wily free-selector walks i... »

Driver Smith By Banjo Paterson

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 it all the night — Well, if the battery’s left behind, I’ll go to the war, says he, I’ll go a-driving and ambulance in the ranks of the A.M.C.... »

Another Fall Of Rain By Banjo Paterson

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 some had got the century who’d ne’er got it before, And now all hands were wishing for the rain. For the boss is getting rusty and the ringer’... »

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

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 friend. The drover’s friend that has seen his day, And now was worthless and cast away With a broken knee and a broken heart To b... »

The Scottish Engineer By Banjo Paterson

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 veldt-fire flamed on the hills ahead, Like a blood-red beacon sign. There was word of a fight to the north, And a column too hardly pressed, So they... »

The Mountain Squatter By Banjo Paterson

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 the fertile plains Where saltbush (sometimes) grows, And flats that (when it rains) Will blossom like the rose. But when the summer sun Gleams down like burnished bra... »

The Diggers By Banjo Paterson

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 the lizard was badly spiked. ‘You’re a blundering fool,’ said the snake’s half-brother, And that was how one thing led to an... »

Song Of The Squatter By Banjo Paterson

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 making a fortune too fast, And profit gained slower the longer would last. He remarked as devouring my mutton he sat, That I suffered my sheep to grow sadly too fat; That they was... »

Our Mat By Banjo Paterson

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 mat. Prison-made! how the spirit is moven As we think of its story of dread — What wiles of the wicked are woven And spun in its intricate thread! The... »

In Re A Gentleman, One By Banjo Paterson

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 landed a shark on the shore. We know there’ll be plenty of trouble Before they get through with the fun, Because he’s been coming the double On client... »

By The Grey Gulf-Water By Banjo Paterson

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 understand The charm it holds for the restless rover; A great grey chaos — a land half made, Where endless space is and no life stirreth; There the soul of a man wil... »

A Song Of The Pen By Banjo Paterson

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 goddess made us her own and laughed, Claiming us all our days, Claiming our best endeavour — body and heart and brain Given with no reserve — Niggard is she towards u... »

A Job For Mcguinness By Banjo Paterson

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 like McGuinness was certain to miss Whenever he tried for employment. He wrote to employers from Bondi to Bourke, From Woolloomooloo to Glen Innes, But he found ... »

Those Names By Banjo Paterson

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 shore a hundred, as they never were shorn before, And the novice who, toiling bravely, had tommy-hawked half a score, The tarboy, the ... »

The Reveille By Banjo Paterson

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 River side. Boot and Saddle, mount and ride, Sound a loud reveille. Whither go ye, Lancers gay, With your bold reveille? O’er the ocean far away From you... »

The Lost Drink By Banjo Paterson

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 the chemist To fix up a drink for me; And he brewed it from various bottles With soda and plenty of ice, With something that smelt like lemon, And something that seemed like spic... »

The Beautiful Land Of Australia By Banjo Paterson

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 of Australia. I once possessed a thousand pounds. Thinks I—how very grand it sounds For a man to be farming his own grounds In the beautiful land of Austral... »

Sam Holt By Banjo Paterson

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, And teeth like a Moreton Bay shark. The terrible sheepwash tobacco she smoked In the gunyah down there by the lake, And the grubs that she roasted, and the li... »

Not On It By Banjo Paterson

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 could get. The books were laying fives to one, in tenners; and you bet He was on it. The bell was rung, the nags came out their quality to try, The band played, What Ho! Robbo! ... »

Gone Down By Banjo Paterson

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 he’d borrowed, and he told ’em what he’d spent, Though extravagance had blown it all away. Said he, Vote for Hay, my hearties, and wher... »

Benjamin Bandicoot By Banjo Paterson

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 asleep You may catch a sight of old Skinny-go-root, Otherwise Benjamin Bandicoot. With a snout that can delve and dig, With claws that are strong as steel, He ro... »

Why The Jackass Laughs By Banjo Paterson

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, At the back of Bourke and the Queensland side; There isn’t a bird in the bush can go As far as me, said the old black crow. There isn’t a bir... »

The Story Of Mongrel Grey By Banjo Paterson

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 a globe of gold And flooded the plain with her mellow light. We watched the cattle till dawn of day And he told me the story of Mongrel Grey. He was a knock-about stati... »

The Old Tin Hat By Banjo Paterson

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 front, and a pigtail down behind, When the only light in the barracks at night was a candle of grease or fat, When they put the extinguisher on the light, they called it the... »

The Freehold On The Plain By Banjo Paterson

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 are all mortgaged, of horses I have none, And I’ve lost that little freehold on the plain. The stockyard’s broken down, and the woolshed’s tumbl... »

That V.C. By Banjo Paterson

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. And French was just the man to turn it. A wounded soldier on the ground Was lying hid behind a hummock; He proved the good old proverb sound — An army trav... »

Reconstruction By Banjo Paterson

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! But the horse will perish waiting while the grass is germinating, And I reckon I’ll be something like the horse. There’s the ploughing to be finished and t... »

Johnny Boer By Banjo Paterson

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. At mixed-up fighting, hand to hand, and clawing men about They reckon Fuzzy-Wuzzy is the hottest fighter out. But Fuzzy gives himself away — his style is out of date, ... »

Do They Know By Banjo Paterson

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 tale; As some grim old stayer hard-pressed Runs true to his breed, And with head in front of the rest Fights on in the lead; When the jockeys are out with the whips, With a ... »

An Idyll Of Dandaloo By Banjo Paterson

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, There stands the town of Dandaloo — A township where life’s total sum Is sleep, diversified with rum. Its grass-grown streets with dust are deep; R... »

Waltzing Matilda By Banjo Paterson

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 at his old billy boiling, “Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.” Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, my darling, Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me? Waltzing Matilda... »

The Scorcher And The Howling Swell By Banjo Paterson

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 on every hand; If these were only levelled down, they said, it would be grand. If every bloke that rides a bike put in a half-a-crown, Do you suppose, the Scor... »

The Maori’s Wool By Banjo Paterson

The Maori’s Wool By Banjo Paterson

The Maori’s Wool The Maoris are a mighty race — the finest ever known; Before the missionaries came they worshipped wood and stone; They went to war and fought like fiends, and when the war was done They pacified their conquered foes by eating every one. But now-a-days about the pahs in ... »

The Daylight Is Dying By Banjo Paterson

The Daylight Is Dying By Banjo Paterson

The Daylight Is Dying The daylight is dying Away in the west, The wild birds are flying In silence to rest; In leafage and frondage Where shadows are deep, They pass to its bondage— The kingdom of sleep. And watched in their sleeping By stars in the height, They rest in your keeping, Oh, wonderful n... »

Song Of The Future By Banjo Paterson

Song Of The Future By Banjo Paterson

Song Of The Future ‘Tis strange that in a land so strong So strong and bold in mighty youth, We have no poet’s voice of truth To sing for us a wondrous song. Our chiefest singer yet has sung In wild, sweet notes a passing strain, All carelessly and sadly flung To that dull world he thoug... »

Opening Of The Railway Line By Banjo Paterson

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 a ball, Hark to them at the station now ! They’re raising cheer on cheer, The man who brought the railway through, Our friend the engineer. Hits: 0 »