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English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. On the Trek. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) On the Trek Oh, the weary, weary journey on the trek, day after day, With sun above and silent veldt below; And our hearts keep turning homeward to the youngsters far away, And the homestead where the climbing […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Road to Hogan’s Gap. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Road to Hogan’s Gap Now look, you see, it’s this way like, You cross the broken bridge And run the crick down till you strike The second right-hand ridge. The track is hard to see in […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Story of Mongrel Grey. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Story of Mongrel Grey This is the story the stockman told On the cattle-camp, when the stars were bright; The moon rose up like a globe of gold And flooded the plain with her mellow light. […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Rule of the A.J.C.. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Rule of the A.J.C. Come all ye bold trainers attend to my song, It’s a rule of the A.J.C. You mustn’t train ponies, for that’s very wrong By the rules of the A.J.C. You have to […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Matrimonial Stakes. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Matrimonial Stakes I wooed her with a steeplechase, I won her with a fall, I made her heartstrings quiver on the flat When the pony missed his take-off, and we crached into the wall; Well, she simply […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Who is Kator Anyhow?. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Who is Kator Anyhow? Why, oh why was Kater lifted From the darkness, where he drifted All unknown, and raised to honour, Side by side with Dick O’connor, In the Council, free from row? Who is […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. How The Favourite Beat Us. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) How The Favourite Beat Us ”Aye,” said the boozer, ”I tell you it’s true, sir, I once was a punter with plenty of pelf, But gone is my glory, I’ll tell you the story How I stiffened my […]

English Poetry. Edward Lear. The Courtship of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. Эдвард Лир.

Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир) The Courtship of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo I On the Coast of Coromandel Where the early pumpkins blow, In the middle of the woods Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò. Two old chairs, and half a candle,– One old jug without a handle,– These were all his worldly […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. By the Grey Gulf-water. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) By the Grey Gulf-water Far to the Northward there lies a land, A wonderful land that the winds blow over, And none may fathom or understand The charm it holds for the restless rover; A great grey […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. An Answer to Various Bards. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) An Answer to Various Bards 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, dismal stories of the Overlander’s camp, How his fire is […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Scorcher and the Howling Swell. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Scorcher and the Howling Swell The Scorcher and the Howling Swell were riding through the land; They wept like anything to see the hills on every hand; ”If these were only levelled down,” they said, ”it would be […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Ballad of G. R. Dibbs. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Ballad of G. R. Dibbs This is the story of G.R.D., Who went on a mission across the sea To borrow some money for you and me. This G. R. Dibbs was a stalwart man […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Sydney Cup 1899. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Sydney Cup 1899 Of course they say if this Bobadil starts He’ll settle ’em all in a flash: For the pace he can go will be breaking their hearts, And he ends with the ”Bobadil dash”. But […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Anthony Considine. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Anthony Considine OUT in the wastes of the West countrie, Out where the white stars shine, Grim and silent as such men be, Rideth a man with a history— Anthony Considine. For the ways of men […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Dam that Keele Built. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Dam that Keele Built This is the dam that Keele built. This is the stream that brought the water to fill the dam that Keele built; This is the Water and Sewer Brigade, That measured the stream […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. T.Y.S.O.N.. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) T.Y.S.O.N. Across the Queensland border line The mobs of cattle go; They travel down in sun and shine On dusty stage, and slow. The drovers, riding slowly on To let the cattle spread, Will say: ”Here’s one old landmark gone, For old […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Saltbush Bill’s Second Flight. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Saltbush Bill’s Second Flight The news came down on the Castlereagh, and went to the world at large, That twenty thousand travelling sheep, with Saltbush Bill in charge, Were drifting down from a dried-out run to ravage the Castlereagh; […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. How M’Ginnis went missing. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) How M’Ginnis went missing Let us cease our idle chatter, Let the tears bedew our cheek, For a man from Tallangatta Has been missing for a week. Where the roaring flooded Murray Covered all the lower […]

English Poetry. Edward Lear. There Was a Young Lady of Hull. Эдвард Лир.

Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир) * * * There was a Young Lady of Hull, Who was chased by a virulent bull; But she seized on a spade, And called out, ‘Who’s afraid?’ Which distracted that virulent bull. Edward Lear’s other poems: There Was a Young Person of Smyrna […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Old Tin Hat. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Old Tin Hat In the good old days when the Army’s ways were simple and unrefined, With a stock to keep their chins in front, and a pigtail down behind, When the only light in the barracks at […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Last Trump. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Last Trump ”You led the trump,” the old man said With fury in his eye, ”And yet you hope my girl to wed! Young man! your hopes of love are fled, ’Twere better she should die! […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Rio Grande’s Last Race. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Rio Grande’s Last Race Now this was what Macpherson told While waiting in the stand; A reckless rider, over-bold, The only man with hands to hold The rushing Rio Grande. He said, `This day I […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Hay and Hell and Booligal. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Hay and Hell and Booligal ”You come and see me, boys,” he said; ”You’ll find a welcome and a bed And whisky any time you call; Although our township hasn’t got The name of quite a lively […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Lost Leichardt. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Lost Leichardt Another search for Leichhardt’s tomb, Though fifty years have fled Since Leichhardt vanished in the gloom, Our one Illustrious Dead! But daring men from Britain’s shore, The fearless bulldog breed, Renew the […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The City of Dreadful Thirst. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The City of Dreadful Thirst The stranger came from Narromine and made his little joke– ”They say we folks in Narromine are narrow-minded folk. But all the smartest men down here are puzzled to define A kind of […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. An Evening in Dandaloo. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) An Evening in Dandaloo It was while we held our races — Hurdles, sprints and steplechases — Up in Dandaloo, That a crowd of Sydney stealers, Jockeys, pugilists and spielers Brought some horses, real heelers, […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. In Defence of the Bush. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) In Defence of the Bush So you’re back from up the country, Mister Lawson, where you went, And you’re cursing all the business in a bitter discontent; Well, we grieve to disappoint you, and it makes us sad to […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Ghost of the Murderer’s Hut. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Ghost of the Murderer’s Hut My horse had been lamed in the foot In the rocks at the back of the run, So I camped at the Murderer’s Hut, At the place where the murder was done. […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Man Who Was Away. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Man Who Was Away The widow sought the lawyer’s room with children three in tow, She told the lawyer man her tale in tones of deepest woe. She said, ”My husband took to drink for pains in his […]

English Poetry. Edward Lear. There Was a Young Lady of Bute. Эдвард Лир.

Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир) * * * There was a Young Lady of Bute, Who played on a silver-gilt flute; She played several jigs, To her uncle’s white pigs, That amusing Young Lady of Bute. Edward Lear’s other poems: There Was a Young Person of Smyrna There Was […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Mulligan’s Mare. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Mulligan’s Mare Oh, Mulligan’s bar was the deuce of a place To drink, and to fight, and to gamble and race; The height of choice spirits from near and from far Were all concentrated on Mulligan’s bar. […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Gone Down. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Gone Down To the voters of Glen Innes ’twas O’Sullivan that went, To secure the country vote for Mister Hay. So he told ’em what he’d borrowed, and he told ’em what he’d spent, Though extravagance had blown […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Tom Collins. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Tom Collins Who never drinks and never bets, But loves his wife and pays his debts And feels content with what he gets? Tom Collins. Who has the utmost confidence That all the banks now […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Maori Pig Market. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Maori Pig Market In distant New Zealand, whose tresses of gold The billows are ceaselessly combing, Away in a village all tranquil and old I came on a market where porkers were sold — A market […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Weary Will. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Weary Will The strongest creature for his size But least equipped for combat That dwells beneath Australian skies Is Weary Will the Wombat. He digs his homestead underground, He’s neither shrewd nor clever; For […]

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