From The Gulf By William Henry Ogilvie

From The Gulf Store cattle from Nelanjie! The mob goes feeding past, With half-a-mile of sandhill ‘twixt the leaders and the last; The nags that…

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The Battered Brigade By William Henry Ogilvie

The Battered Brigade The mark of a stake in the shoulder, The brand of a wall on the knee, Are scars to the careless beholder…

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If I Were Old By William Henry Ogilvie

If I Were Old If I were old, a broken man and blind, and one should lead me to Mid-Eildon’s crest, and leave me there…

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Drought By William Henry Ogilvie

Drought My road is fenced with the bleached, white bones And strewn with the blind, white sand, Beside me a suffering, dumb world moans On…

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Riderless By William Henry Ogilvie

Riderless A broken bridle trailing, A saddle scratched and scarred – And Brown Bee at the railing That rings the station yard; No stockman sits…

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His Gippsland Girl By William Henry Ogilvie

His Gippsland Girl Now, money was scarce and work was slack And love to his heart Crept in, And he rode away on the Northern…

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Comrades 0′ Mine By William Henry Ogilvie

Comrades 0′ Mine If I call, will you hear me, O comrades of mine, When the sky in the East holds the grey of the…

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The Artist By William Henry Ogilvie

The Artist He stands at no easel, he mixes no paint, He colours no canvas to gladden the eye, Yet the picture he makes will…

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Hounds Going Home In The Dark By William Henry Ogilvie

Hounds Going Home In The Dark Rustle of feet in the roadside grass, Trample of horses’ hoofs, and – Hark! Blast of an anxious horn!…

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Daffodils By William Henry Ogilvie

Daffodils Ho! You there, selling daffodils along the windy street, Poor drooping, dusty daffodils – but oh! so Summer sweet! Green stems that stab with…

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The Australian By William Henry Ogilvie

The Australian The skies that arched his land were blue, His bush-born winds were warm and sweet, And yet from earliest hours he knew The…

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His Epitaph By William Henry Ogilvie

His Epitaph On a little old bush racecourse at the back of No Man’s Land, Where the mulgas mark the furlongs and a dead log…

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Colour By William Henry Ogilvie

Colour There’s colour in the woodlands as far as eye can reach, Pale gold upon the elm-tree and bronze upon the beech; To witch the…

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Skyline Tommy By William Henry Ogilvie

Skyline Tommy He loves all games that good men play- And plays them clean and straight- But most the chase of foxes With all its…

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Hands! By William Henry Ogilvie

Hands! Hands! Gentle Hands! When the Field at covert stands, When your four-rear-old is sweating, Foamed and fidgety and fretting As a stray hound jumps…

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Running On! By William Henry Ogilvie

Running On! The dusk is down on the river meadows, The moon is climbing above the fir, The lane is crowded with creeping shadows, The…

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Harry Morant By William Henry Ogilvie

Harry Morant Harry Morant was a friend I had In the years long passed away, A chivalrous, wild and reckless lad, A knight born out…

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Queensland Opal By William Henry Ogilvie

Queensland Opal Opal, little opal, with the red fire glancing, Set my blood a-spinning, set my pulse a-stir, Strike the harp of memory, set my…

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Hounds! By William Henry Ogilvie

Hounds! There is music on disc and on wireless, Band-music, dance-tunes for the tireless, Sweet music from day unto day; But the music a man…

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Our Pilots By William Henry Ogilvie

Our Pilots You that run the reddened ditch among the drifted leaves May set the pace to conquerors and guide the sons of kings! You…

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Gone Away By William Henry Ogilvie

Gone Away ‘ He’s away ! ‘- With a quickened wild beat of the heart Every horseman responds, riding hard for a start, While back…

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Our Heritage By William Henry Ogilvie

Our Heritage This is our heritage; the far-flung grass, The golden stubble and the dark-red moor; Men pass and perish as the swift years pass,…

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English Grass By William Henry Ogilvie

English Grass Come, horsemen all, from every field And taste this rare delight, And see what English pastures yield To those whose hearts beat right!…

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My Hat! By William Henry Ogilvie

My Hat! The hats of a man may be many In the course of a varied career, And some have been worth not a penny…

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Foxhound Puppies By William Henry Ogilvie

Foxhound Puppies Great big lolloping lovable things! Rolling and tumbling on every lawn, Tearing at slippers and bones and wings- Wonderful loot from the ash-heap…

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Once We Went Gaily By William Henry Ogilvie

Once We Went Gaily Once we went gaily with never a care, And the bigger the fences, the bolder we were; Once the wild wind…

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