Anonymous Oceania


Anonymous Oceania Poems

1. The Wild Colonial Boy 1/1/2004
2. Ned Kelly Was A Gentleman 1/1/2004
3. The Little Worn Out Pony 1/1/2004
4. The Old Bark Hut 1/1/2004
5. The Fine Fat Saucy Chinaman 1/1/2004
6. Frank Gardiner 1/1/2004
7. Jim Jones 1/1/2004
8. How The Sailor Rode The Brumby 1/1/2004
9. Holy Dan 1/1/2004
10. A West Country Ballad 1/1/2004
11. The Kelly Gang 1/1/2004
12. The Only Land For Me (A Currency Lad) 1/1/2004
13. The Port Phillip Patriot 1/1/2004
14. The Ballad Of Ben Hall's Gang 1/1/2004
15. The Convicts Rum Song 1/1/2004
16. A Day's Ride 1/1/2004
17. Bold Jack Donahoe (1) 1/1/2004
18. On The Road To Gundagai 1/1/2004
19. The Gallant Peter Clarke 1/1/2004
20. Keep White The Strain 1/1/2004
21. Botany Bay 1/1/2004
22. Eugowra Rocks 1/1/2004
23. The Chinaman 1/1/2004
24. Bold Jack Donahoe (2) 1/1/2004
25. The Bloody Fields Of Wheogo 1/1/2004
26. The Maids Of The Mountains 1/1/2004
27. Vision 1/1/2004
28. There's Whisky In The Jar 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Anonymous Oceania

The Wild Colonial Boy

'Tis of a wild Colonial Boy, Jack Doolan was his name,
Of poor but honest parents he was born in Castlemaine.
He was his father's only hope, his mother's pride and joy,
And dearly did his parents love the wild Colonial Boy.

Chorus
Come, all my hearties, we'll roam the mountains high,
Together we will plunder, together we will die.
We'll wander over valleys, and gallop over plains,
And we'll scorn to live in slavery, bound down with iron chains.

He was scarcely sixteen years of age when he left his father's home,
And through Australia's sunny clime a ...

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Bold Jack Donahoe (2)

In Dublin town I was brought up, in that city of great fame.
My decent friends and parents, they will tell to you the same.
It was for the sake of five hundred pounds I was sent across the main,
For seven long years in New South Wales to wear a convict's chain.
Chorus: Then come, my hearties, we'll roam the mountains high,
Together we will plunder, together we will die.
We'll wander over valleys, and gallop over plains,
For we scorn to live in slavery, bound down in iron chains.

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