Anonymous Oceania


Anonymous Oceania Poems

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