Banjo Paterson Poems
- "Ave Ceasar" Long ago the Gladiators, When the call to ...
- The Man From Snowy River There was movement at the station, ...
- A Change Of Menu Now the new chum loaded his ...
- Waltzing Matilda OH! there once was a swagman camped in the ...
- A Dog's Mistake He had drifted in among us as a straw drifts ...
- "We'Re All Australians Now" Australia takes her pen in hand ...
- The Man From Iron Bark It was the man from Ironbark who ...
Banjo Paterson was born at the property "Narrambla", near Orange, New South Wales, the eldest son of Andrew Bogle Paterson, a Scottish immigrant from Lanarkshire and Australian-born Rose Isabella Barton, related to the future first Prime Minister of Australia Edmund Barton. Paterson's family lived on the isolated Buckinbah Station in the Monaro until he was five when his father lost his wool clip in a flood and was forced to sell up. When Paterson's uncle died, his family took over the uncle's farm in Illalong, near Yass, close to the main route between Melbourne and Sydney. Bullock teams, Cobb and Co coaches and drovers were familiar sights to him. He also saw horsemen from the ... more »
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Long ago the Gladiators,
When the call to combat came,
Marching past the massed spectators,
Hailed the Emp'ror with acclaim!
Voices ringing with the fury
Of the strife so soon to be,
Cried, "O Caesar, morituri
Nowadays the massed spectators
See the unaccustomed sight --
Marching to their last great fight;
Young and old, obscure and famous,
Hand to hand and knee to knee --
Hear the war-cry, "Salutamus
Fight! Nor be the fight suspended
Till the corpses strew the plain. ...