Category Archives: Banjo Paterson

Poem – The Rum Parade

Now ye gallant Sydney boys, who have left your household joys To march across the sea in search of glory, I am very much afraid that you do not love parade, But the rum parade is quite another story. For … Continue reading

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The Old Keg Of Rum – Banjo Paterson

My name is old Jack Palmer,  I’m a man of olden days,  And so I wish to sing a song  To you of olden praise.  To tell of merry friends of old  When we were gay and young;  How we … Continue reading

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The Lost Drink – Banjo Paterson

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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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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Tom Collins – Banjo Paterson

Who never drinks and never bets,  But loves his wife and pays his debts  And feels content with what he gets?  Tom Collins.  Who has the utmost confidence  That all the banks now in suspense  Will meet their paper three … Continue reading

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