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insert a pic Anonymous: “Five Miles from Gundagai” a Poem I’m used to punchin’ bullock teams Across the hills and plains, I’ve teamed outback theses forty years In blazin’droughts and rains, I’ve lived a heap of troubles down Without a bloomin’lie. But I can’t forget what happened to me Five miles from Gundagai.
‘Twas getting dark, the team got bogged, The axle snapped in two; I lost me matches and me pipe, So what was I to do? The rain came on, ‘twas bitter cold, And hungry too was I. And the dog sat on the tucker box Five miles from Gundagai.
Some blokes I know has stacks of luck, No matter ‘ow they fall, But there was I, Lord love a duck! No blasted luck at all. I couldn’t make a pot of tea, Nor get me trousers dry, And the dog sat on the tucker box Five miles from Gundagai.
I can forgive the blinkin team I can forgive the rain, I can forgive the dark and cold, And go through it again, I can forgive me rotten luck, But hang me till I die, I can’t forgive that blasted dog Five miles from Gundagai.
Belongs to Henry Lawson part “ Andy’s Return.” a Poem With pannikins all rusty, And billy burnt and black, And clothes all torn and dusty, That scarcely hide his back; With sun-cracked saddle leather, And knotted greenhide rein, He’s looking old and jaded, But he is hearty yet. With eyes sunk in their sockets- But merry as of yore; And face burnt brown with weather, Our Andy’s home again His unkept hair is faded With sleeping in the wet, With big cheques in his pockets, Our Andy’s home once more. ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// insert a pic “ A Bush Girl.” a Poem She’s milking in the rain and dark, As did her Mother in the past, The wretched shed of poles and bark, Rent by the wind is leaking fast. She sees the ‘home roof’ black and low, Where, balefully, the hut-fire gleams- And, like her Mother, long ago, She has her dreams; she has her dreams. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// insert a pic “The Roaring Days” a Poem. The night too quickly passes Harry “The Breaker”Harbord Morant “When Light is as Darkness”. A Poem The night's a trifle chilly, and the stars are very bright,
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