The Man From Snowy River by Banjo (best way to read books .txt) 📕

The roving breezes come and go

Frying Pan's Theology

Scene: On Monaro.

The Two Devines

It was shearing-time at the Myall Lake,

In the Droving Days

`Only a pound,' said the auctioneer,

Lost

`He ought to be home,' said the old man,
`without there's something amiss.

Over the Range

Little bush maiden, wondering-eyed,

Only a Jockey

Out in the grey cheerless chill of the morning light,

How M'Ginnis Went Missing

Let us cease our idle chatter,

A Voice from the Town

I thought, in the days of the droving,

A Bunch of Roses

Roses ruddy and roses white,

Black Swans

As I lie at rest on a patch of clover

The All Right 'Un

He came from `further out',

The Boss of the `Admiral Lynch'

Did you ever hear tell of Chili? I was readin' the other day

A Bushman's Song

I'm travellin' down the Castlereagh, and I'm a station hand,

How Gilbert Died

There's never a stone at the sleeper's head,

The Flying Gang

I served my time, in the days gone by,

Shearing at Castlereagh

The bell is set a-ringing, and the engine gives a toot,

The Wind's Message

There came a whisper down the Bland between the dawn and dark,

Johnson's Antidote

Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp,

Ambition and Art

I am the maid of the lustrous eyes

The Daylight is Dying

The daylight is dying

In Defence of the Bush

So you're back from up the country, Mister Townsman, where you went,

Last Week

Oh, the new-chum went to the back block run,

Those Names

The shearers sat in the firelight, hearty and hale and strong,

A Bush Christening

On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few,

How the Favourite Beat Us

`Aye,' said the boozer, `I tell you it's true, sir,

The Great Calamity

MacFierce'un came to Whiskeyhurst

Come-by-