Edward Phillip Harrington was an Australian poet and short story writer, the last of the bush balladists.
Edward "Ted" Harrington was born to Phillip Henry and Margaret nee O'Brien on the 28th September 1895. His early youth was spent in the Shepparton area where his father worked a small wheat growing property at Pine Lodge Creek.
It was here that his sister, Mrs Reilly, recalls Ted composing his first poem at the age of nine as part of a competition between the two siblings to see who could write the most impressive verse. His sister recalled that Ted immediately set to work and produced a five stanza poem which "...was a much ... more »
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Edward Harrington Poems
The Bush Rangers
Four horseman rode out from the heart of the range, Four horseman with aspects forbidding and strange. They were booted and spurred, they were armed to the teeth, And they frowned as they looked at the valley beneath,
There’s Only The Two Of Us Here
I camped one night in an empty hut on the side of a lonely hill. I didn’t go much on empty huts, but the night was awful chill. So I boiled me billy and had me tea and seen that the door was shut. Then I went to bed in am empty bunk by the side of the old slab shed.
Lone Pine! Lone Pine! Our hearts are numbly aching For those who come no more, Our boys who sleep the sleep that knows no waking,
The Swagless Swaggie
This happened many years ago Before the bush was cleared, When every man was six foot high And wore a flowing beard.
When Morgan crossed the Murray to Peechelba and doom A sombre silent shadow rode with him through the gloom. The wild things of the forest slunk from the outlaw's track, The boobook croaked a warning, "Go back, go back, go back!"
The Kerrigan Boys
By jove it’s hot on the track today, my flannel is soaked with sweat. I think I’ll sit in the shade a bit and wait for the sun to set.
The Gentle Hint
The old man sat upon his swag his eyes were red and bleared. I doubt he’d had a wash for days or even combed his beard.
Hills of Whroo
'Far below us in a hollow Slumber'ing in the morning haze, Lay the quaint, old mining township,
The Dead Come Home: Excerpt
'We answered to the call to arms, unquestioning and blind, We trusted to the promises of those we left behind.
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The Bush Rangers
Four horseman rode out from the heart of the range,
Four horseman with aspects forbidding and strange.
They were booted and spurred, they were armed to the teeth,
And they frowned as they looked at the valley beneath,
As forward they rode through the rocks and the fern -
Ned Kelly, Dan Kelly, Steve Hart and Joe Byrne.
Ned Kelly drew rein and he shaded his eyes -
'The town's at our mercy! See yonder it lies!
To hell with the troopers!' - he shook his clenched fist -
'We will shoot them like dogs if they dare to resist!'
And all of them nodded, grim-visaged and ...