William Henry Ogilvie
William Henry Ogilvie Poems
- My Hat! The hats of a man may be many In the course of a ...
- Drought My road is fenced with the bleached, white bones ...
- The Death Of Ben Hall Ben Hall was out on Lachlans side With...
- The Bush, My Lover The camp-fire gleams resistance To every...
- Foxhound Puppies Great big lolloping lovable things! Rolling...
- From The Gulf Store cattle from Nelanjie! The mob goes ...
- The Horse Of Your Heart When you've ridden a four-year-old ...
Born in Kelso, Scotland, Ogilvie moved to Australia at the age of twenty. One of his reasons for leaving his homeland was his admiration of the writer Adam Lindsay Gordon and like Gordon, a great love for horses. When he arrived in Australia he found work as a drover, a breaker, and a musterer. He worked at Maroupe, located in South Australia as well as Belalie on the Warrego. It was during this time that he began writing, his poetry focusing on the Outback life and it's many adventures in an acclamatory, romantic verse. Ogilvie had many of his works published in the Mount Gambier Border Watch, the Australasian and the Bulletin. A couple of years before his return to Scotland in 1901 he ... more »
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The hats of a man may be many
In the course of a varied career,
And some have been worth not a penny
And some have been devilish dear;
But there's one hat I always remember
When sitting alone by the fire.
In the depth of a Northern November,
Because it fulfilled my desire.
It was old, it was ragged and rotten
And many years out of mode,
Like a thing that a tramp had forgotten
And left at the side of a road.
The boughs of the mulga had torn it,
It's ribbon was naught but lace,
And old swaggie ...