Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant

(9 December 1864 – 27 February 1902 / Somerset, England)

Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant Poems

1. Two Gossips 1/1/2004
2. Brigalow Mick 4/24/2012
3. Sir Walter (Revised) 4/24/2012
4. The Wooing O' T 4/24/2012
5. Since The Country Carried Sheep 4/24/2012
6. The Day That Is Dead 4/24/2012
7. While Yet We May 4/24/2012
8. The Devoutly Thankful Lover 4/24/2012
9. Corn Medicine 4/24/2012
10. Some Other Somebody 4/24/2012
11. Short Shrift 4/24/2012
12. Envoi 4/24/2012
13. An Enthusiastic Sportsman Enthuses 4/24/2012
14. Too Much Light 4/24/2012
15. At Last 4/24/2012
16. Behind The Bar - A Desecration Of Tennyson 4/24/2012
17. When The Light Is As Darkness 4/24/2012
18. A-Shelling Peas 1/1/2004
19. Love Outlasteth All 1/1/2004
20. A Song 1/1/2004
21. The Nights At Rocky Bar 4/24/2012
22. Paddy Magee 4/24/2012
23. To The Rev. Canon Fisher 4/24/2012
24. At The River-Crossing 4/24/2012
25. A Departing Dirge 4/24/2012
26. Much A Little While 4/24/2012
27. To A Silent Girl 1/1/2004
28. Summer Midnight 1/1/2004
29. West By North Again 1/1/2004
30. The Reprobate's Reply 4/24/2012
31. His Masterpiece 1/1/2004
32. Night Thought 1/1/2004
33. Who's Riding Old Harlequin Now? 1/1/2004
34. Westward Ho! 1/1/2004
35. Butchered To Make A Dutchman's Holiday 4/24/2012
Best Poem of Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant

Butchered To Make A Dutchman's Holiday

In prison cell I sadly sit,
A d__d crest-fallen chappie!
And own to you I feel a bit-
A little bit - unhappy!


It really ain't the place nor time
To reel off rhyming diction -
But yet we'll write a final rhyme
Whilst waiting cru-ci-fixion!


No matter what 'end' they decide -
Quick-lime or 'b'iling ile,' sir?
We'll do our best when crucified
To finish off in style, sir!


But we bequeath a parting tip
For sound advice of such men,
Who come across in transport ship
To polish off the Dutchmen!


If ...

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Two Gossips

One fox-faced virgin, word for word,
Repeats each sland'rous thing she's heard,
And sourly smiles as scandal slips
With gusto from her thin white lips.

She's bad enough! but list a minute.
Beside her mate she isn't in it.
This latter lady, 'pon my word,
Repeats things . . . . she has never heard.

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