Anonymous Oceania Poems
|1.||The Wild Colonial Boy||1/1/2004|
|2.||The Little Worn Out Pony||1/1/2004|
|3.||The Old Bark Hut||1/1/2004|
|4.||Ned Kelly was a Gentleman||1/1/2004|
|5.||The Fine Fat Saucy Chinaman||1/1/2004|
|8.||How the Sailor rode the Brumby||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|
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.