Daily Archives: November 25, 2015

The Plains – Banjo Paterson

A land, as far as the eye can see, where the waving grasses grow  Or the plains are blackened and burnt and bare, where the false mirages go  Like shifting symbols of hope deferred – land where you never know.  … Continue reading

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The Shepherd – Banjo Paterson 

He wore an old blue shirt the night that first we met,  An old and tattered cabbage-tree concealed his locks of jet;  His footsteps had a languor, his voice a husky tone;  Both man and dog were spent with toil … Continue reading

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The Swagman – Banjo Paterson

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 … Continue reading

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