Thomas E. Spencer
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Thomas E. Spencer Poems
As we travel Life's weary journey, And plod through the gathering years, With our burdens of care and sorrow, O'er a pathway bedewed with tears.
How McDougal Topped The Score
A peaceful spot is Piper's Flat. The folk that live around - They keep themselves by keeping sheep and turning up the ground; But the climate is erratic, and the consequences are The struggle with the elements is everlasting war.
The Voice Of The Willows
Hiding away from the sunlight, Close by a rippling stream, Hallowed by childish fancies And many a waking dream;
Think Of Me
Think of me, when 'mid joy and gladness They bark glides smoothly down life's tranquil stream. When thy life, free from care or sadness, Is calm and peaceful as a summer dream.
Do I Love Thee
I ask my heart, "Do I love thee?" But how can I e'er forget The feelings of joy and rapture That thrilled me when first we met?
The Song Of The Sundowner
I'm the monarch of valley, and hill, and plain, And the king of this golden land. A continent broad is my vast domain, And its people at my command.
Why Doherty Died
It was out on the Bogan near Billabong Creek Where the sky shines like brass seven days in the week, Where the buzzin' mosquitoes annoy you all night And the blowflies come wakin' you up at daylight;
Rum And Water
Stifling was the air, and heavy; blowflies buzzed and held a levee, And the mid-day sun shone hot upon the plains of Bungaroo, As Tobias Mathew Carey, a devout bush missionary, Urged his broken-winded horse towards the township of Warhoo.
I vas all der country hunting for a man I vants to meet, I vas bursting me to schlog him on der cop. If mine hand I vonce can on him lay, I'll hit him mit mine feet ‘Till he'll neffer know vhich side of him vas top.
In a humble hut, on a scrubby flat, Near the land of the setting sun, Lived a simple but honest rouseabout, Who rejoiced in the name of Dunn.
Not Too Bad
De cottage vas close py der garden gate, It vas not mighdty hardt to find it, A couple of gum-trees grew shoost in front, Und a pig\shty grew shoost pehind it.
O'Toole And McSharry
In the valley of the Lachlan, where the perfume from the pines Fills the glowing summer air like incense spreading; Where the silent flowing river like a bar of silver shines When the winter moon it pallid beams is shedding;
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As we travel Life's weary journey,
And plod through the gathering years,
With our burdens of care and sorrow,
O'er a pathway bedewed with tears.
If, perchance, for a fleeting moment
Our hearts should with rapture swell,
We have added but one more sorrow,
When we bid the glad time "Farewell".
I have watched the bright dawn awaking,
And noted each changing light,
As the sun, in its morning splendour,
Dispelled the dark gloom of night.
I have welcomed its bright rays stealing
Over hill-top, and wood, and dell;
Yet, my joy was alloyed with ...