Sunday Times 21 August 1938, page 21 A Rhyme of the Ragged Thirteen (By Dryblower Murphy.) The cases of fizz are on the ice, the table turkey’s trussed (Hang the bother and hang the price when its vintage versus dust). There’s crooners to croon and a band to play, speeches and toasts in turn, And […]
The Unknown Swagman – a verse
The Sun 1 Aug 1915 Swagman Unknown – Age About 5O. The body of a swagman was recently found and: buried in the bush out from Coolgardie His name was unknown, and he was about 50 years of age. In the loose mould Out from Coolgardie Bury an old . Pioneer hardy. Not old. in […]
His Epitaph and The Rhyme of the West
He lies here. See the bush All grey through grief for him Hoar scrub-like ashes cast Sprinkles the valley grim The saltbush is his shroud Wide skies his only pall And’in-memoriam’ A thousand stamp-heads fall Gold-lured to death- and yet he would have had it so Say mass, sing requiem With the grey bush and […]
The Greatest Polo Match – a verse
Magnet Mirror and Murchison Reflector 12 January 1928 Polo Shadows. Now saddle up your brumbies, And tighten up your girth; The task is now before you, And we will soon know what your worth For you’ll meet the greatest horsemen, That ever yet has been; And see the greatest polo match, That ever yet was […]
The Heat Wave – a verse
The Heat Wave When the earth was parched and the sky aflame When the old year slept beyond praise or blame In an evil moment a heatwave came Some dropped the pen and some dropped the pick Some were dying, and some more were sick And sunstroke cases came fast and thick Creation dropped in […]
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