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|
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.