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To look across at Moira gives me pleasure
Lesbia Harford
To look across at Moira gives me pleasure. She has a red tape measure. Her dress is black and all the workroom's dreary, And I am weary. But th...Rate it:

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The Murrumbidgee Shearer
Andrew Barton Paterson
Come, all you jolly natives, and I'll relate to you Some of my observations—adventures, too, a few. I've travelled about the country for miles, ful...Rate it:

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Shearer’s Song
Henry Lawson
The season is over; The shearing is done; The wages are paid; and The ‘sprees’ have begun. But never a shanty Gets sight of my cheques; For far dow...Rate it:

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The Shearer's Cook
William Thomas Goodge
Now, shearers' cooks, as shearers know, Are very seldom wont to blow; But when I took to dabbing tar And "picking-up" on Blaringar, The cook, when ...Rate it:

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The Silent Shearer
Andrew Barton Paterson
Weary and listless, sad and slow, Without any conversation, Was a man that worked on The Overflow, The butt of the shed and the station. The s...Rate it:

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To Dr. Thomas Shearer
Sidney Lanier
Presenting a portrait-bust of the author. Since you, rare friend! have tied my living tongue With thanks more large than man e'er said or sung, S...Rate it:

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That There Dog O' Mine
Henry Lawson
Macquarie the shearer had met with an accident. To tell the truth, he had been in a drunken row at a wayside shanty, from which he had escaped with...Rate it:

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Australia's Pride
William Thomas Goodge
Now Pat Ahearne, of Ingleburn Upon the Castlereagh, Was flush of cash and very "flash" As shearer-persons say. At Yankee grab his luck was cool...Rate it:

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His Gippsland Girl
William Henry Ogilvie
Now, money was scarce and work was slack And love to his heart Crept in, And he rode away on the Northern track To war with the world an...Rate it:

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Out Back
Henry Lawson
The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought, The cheque was spent that the shearer earned, and the sheds were a...Rate it:

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Outback
Henry Lawson
The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought, The cheque was spent that the shearer earned, and the sheds were all...Rate it:

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The Boss Over the Board
Henry Lawson
When he’s over a rough and unpopular shed, With the sins of the bank and the men on his head; When he musn’t look black or indulge in a grin, And t...Rate it:

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When the Ladies Come to the Shearing Shed
Henry Lawson
‘The ladies are coming,’ the super says To the shearers sweltering there, And ‘the ladies’ means in the shearing shed: ‘Don’t cut ’em too bad. Don’...Rate it:

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An answer to Various Bards
Andrew Barton Paterson
Well, I've waited mighty patient while they all came rolling in, Mister Lawson, Mister Dyson, and the others of their kin, With their dreadful, d...Rate it:

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An Evening in Dandaloo
Andrew Barton Paterson
It was while we held our races -- Hurdles, sprints and steplechases -- Up in Dandaloo, That a crowd of Sydney stealers, Jockeys, pugilists and ...Rate it:

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Babs Malone
Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Babs Malone Now the squatters and the cockies, Shearers, trainers, and their jockeys Had gathered them together for a meeting on the flat; They ...Rate it:

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Billy of Queensland
Henry Lawson
“Queensland,” he heads his letters—that’s all: The date, and the month, and the year in brief; He often sends me a cheerful scrawl, With an underto...Rate it:

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Down the River
Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Hark, the sound of it drawing nearer, Clink of hobble and brazen bell; Mark the passage of stalwart shearer, Bidding Monaro soil farewell. Where i...Rate it:

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How Babs Malone cut Down the Field
Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Now the squatters and the “cockies,” Shearers, trainers and their jockeys Had gathered them together for a meeting on ...Rate it:

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It's Grand
Andrew Barton Paterson
It's grand to be a squatter And sit upon a post, And watch your little ewes and lambs A-giving up the ghost. It's grand to be a "cockie" With...Rate it:

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Shearers Dream
Henry Lawson
O I dreamt I shore in a shearing shed and it was a dream of joy For every one of the rouseabouts was a girl dressed up as a boy Dressed up like a p...Rate it:

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The City Bushman
Henry Lawson
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled like a gent; And you curse th...Rate it:

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The Green-Hand Rouseabout
Henry Lawson
Call this hot? I beg your pardon. Hot!—you don’t know what it means. (What’s that, waiter? lamb or mutton! Thank you—mine is beef and greens. Bread...Rate it:

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The Heart of Australia
Henry Lawson
When the wars of the world seemed ended, and silent the distant drum, Ten years ago in Australia, I wrote of a war to come: And I pictured Austra...Rate it:

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The Passing of Gundagai
Andrew Barton Paterson
"I'll introduce a friend!" he said, "And if you've got a vacant pen You'd better take him in the shed And start him shearing straight ahead; He...Rate it:

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