The Glass on the Bar Three bushmen one morning rode up to an inn, And one of them called for the drinks with a grin; They’d only returned from a trip to the North, And, eager to greet them, the landlord came forth. He absently poured out a glass of Three Star. And set down […]
HANNAN’S FIND – a verse by Crissouli
Today we have a guest post by Chris Goopy, my thanks to her. HANNAN’S FIND ’twas but a simple Irish man Paddy Hannan was his name he’d left his home in far off Quin to find his fortune and his fame. First he went to Melbourne then to New Zealand he did go but then […]
The Bulletin Hotel – by Henry Lawson
I was drifting in the drizzle past the Cecil in the Strand Which, I’m told is very tony – and its front looks very grand And somehow fell a-thinking of a pub I know so well Of a place in West Australia called The Bulletin Hotel Just a little six-room shanty built of corrugated tin […]
Letter from the Goldfields – a verse
A LETTER FROM THE GOLDFIELDS. – by Pluck Marriot You needn’t expect me for some time yet To see me come home, Imogene; Nor need you frown and think I forget, Nor turn to your sister, Jane and say “How Pluck has changed since he went away From his ‘sweet little Imogene. […]
Burt Street – a verse
Burt Street Boulder Oh the years have long strayed, where my younger days played The dust on a long summer breeze Our old house where we stayed, mother cried when she prayed The dust storms that came as they pleased The Old Trams of Burt Street, in an old world compete With steam on the […]
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