Poems of Anonymous Oceania
|1.||A Day's Ride||1/1/2004|
|2.||A West Country Ballad||1/1/2004|
|3.||Bold Jack Donahoe (1)||1/1/2004|
|4.||Bold Jack Donahoe (2)||1/1/2004|
|9.||How the Sailor rode the Brumby||1/1/2004|
|11.||Keep White the Strain||1/1/2004|
|12.||Ned Kelly was a Gentleman||1/1/2004|
|13.||On the road to Gundagai||1/1/2004|
|14.||The Ballad of Ben Hall's Gang||1/1/2004|
|15.||The Bloody fields of Wheogo||1/1/2004|
|17.||The Convicts Rum Song||1/1/2004|
|18.||The Fine Fat Saucy Chinaman||1/1/2004|
|19.||The Gallant Peter Clarke||1/1/2004|
|20.||The Kelly Gang||1/1/2004|
On the road to Gundagai
Oh, we started down from Roto when the sheds had all cut out.
We'd whips and whips of Rhino as we meant to push about,
So we humped our blues serenely and made for Sydney town,
With a three-spot cheque between us, as wanted knocking down.
But we camped at Lazy Harry's, on the road to Gundagai.
The road to Gundagai! Not five miles from Gundagai!
Yes, we camped at Lazy Harry's, on the road to Gundagai.