Category Archives: Banjo Paterson

Poem – Macbreath

A Tragedy as Played at Ryde** Macbreath Mr Henley Macpuff Mr Terry The Ghost ACT I TIME: The day before the election SCENE: A Drummoyne tram running past a lunatic asylum. All present are Reform Leaguers and supporters of Macbreath. … Continue reading

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Poem – Any Other Time

ALL of us play our very best game— Any other time. Golf or billiards, it’s all the same— Any other time. Lose a match and you always say, “Just my luck! I was ‘off’ to-day! I could have beaten him … Continue reading

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Poem – 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 … Continue reading

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Poem – 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 … Continue reading

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Poem – 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 … Continue reading

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Poem – Hard Luck

I left the course, and by my side There walked a ruined tout — A hungry creature, evil-eyed, Who poured this story out. “You see,” he said, “there came a swell To Kensington today, And, if I picked the winners … Continue reading

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Poem – The Flying Gang

I served my time, in the days gone by, In the railway’s clash and clang, And I worked my way to the end, and I Was the head of the “Flying Gang”. ‘Twas a chosen band that was kept at … Continue reading

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