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Evelyn

Evelyn Report 2 Jul 2009 12:28

Another lovely poem,what a lovely thing to do to recite it to O H on your wedding day, how romantic.
We are going on holiday today. where are you going, we are off to France this afternoon.
Evelyn

jgee

jgee Report 2 Jul 2009 13:14

Hello Evelyn .. could this be your poem...



Poetry - AB Paterson - The Old Bush Songs - poem, writing, and poetry - 04:1023 Jul 2007 ... see those clouds up yonder that have work to do they ll rain taters and rain us cabbage too poem · aboriginal poems ...
www.scribd.com/.../Poetry-AB-Paterson-The-Old-Bush-Songs - Cached - Similar -

jgee

jgee Report 2 Jul 2009 13:15

snap stella.. been looking ages

jgee

jgee Report 2 Jul 2009 13:41

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GranOfOzRubySlippers

GranOfOzRubySlippers Report 2 Jul 2009 14:00

A little OZ culture, learnt this song in school.

THE WILD COLONIAL BOY - Anonymous

'Tis of a wild Colonial Boy, Jack Doolan was his name,
Of poor but honest parents he was born in Castlemaine.
He was his father's only hope, his mother's pride and joy,
And dearly did his parents love the wild Colonial Boy.


Chorus
Come, all my hearties, we'll roam the mountains high,
Together we will plunder, together we will die.
We'll wander over valleys, and gallop over plains,
And we'll scorn to live in slavery, bound down with iron chains.


He was scarcely sixteen years of age when he left his father's home,
And through Australia's sunny clime a bushranger did roam.
He robbed those wealthy squatters, their stock he did destroy,
And a terror to Australia was the wild Colonial Boy.


In sixty-one this daring youth commenced his wild career,
With a heart that knew no danger, no foeman did he fear.
He stuck up the Beechworth mail-coach, and robbed Judge MacEvoy,
Who trembled, and gave up his gold to the wild Colonial Boy.


He bade the judge "Good morning", and told him to beware,
That he'd never rob a hearty chap that acted on the square,
And never to rob a mother of her son and only joy,
Or else you might turn outlaw, like the wild Colonial Boy.


One day as he was riding the mountain-side along,
A-listening to the little birds, their pleasant laughing song,
Three mounted troopers rode along - Kelly, Davis and FitzRoy -
They thought that they would capture him, the wild Colonial Boy.


"Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you see there's three to one.
Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you're a daring highwayman."
He drew a pistol from his belt, and shook the little toy,
"I'll fight, but not surrender," said the wild Colonial Boy.


He fired at Trooper Kelly and brought him to the ground,
And in return from Davis received a mortal wound.
All shattered through the jaws he lay still firing at FitzRoy,
And that's the way they captured him - the wild Colonial Boy.

Joy

Joy Report 2 Jul 2009 16:26

As I said, unfortunately, no reply was received from the school.

You could send a letter to the local newspaper? That could generate interest, hopefully.

Evelyn

Evelyn Report 14 Jul 2009 14:14

I still cannot find the words for the poem, can anyone help
Kind Regards and many thanks for your help so far
Evelyn

Evelyn

Evelyn Report 26 Aug 2009 18:09

nudge

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~~~Secret Red ^^ Squirrel~~~ **007 1/2** Report 11 Sep 2009 08:07

nudge

Evelyn

Evelyn Report 18 Feb 2010 20:46

I still cannot trace this poem

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~~~Secret Red ^^ Squirrel~~~ **007 1/2** Report 18 Nov 2010 21:03

Hello Evelyn, any luck with finding the poem?

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~~~Secret Red ^^ Squirrel~~~ **007 1/2** Report 18 Nov 2010 21:07

JGee - just spotted this. Did you manage to find the poem?

Hello Evelyn .. could this be your poem...



Poetry - AB Paterson - The Old Bush Songs - poem, writing, and poetry - 04:1023 Jul 2007 ... see those clouds up yonder that have work to do they ll rain taters and rain us cabbage too poem · aboriginal poems ...
www.scribd.com/.../Poetry-AB-Paterson-The-Old-Bush-Songs - Cached - Similar -

Sharron

Sharron Report 18 Nov 2010 21:22

Sussex -Won't Be Druv W.Victor Cook

Some folks as comes to Susex,
They rackons as they knows
A darn sight better what to do
Than silly folks like me and you
Could possibly suppose.

But them as come to Sussex,
They musn't push and shove,
For Sussex will be Sussex,
And Sussex won't be druv.

Mus Wilfrid came to Selsey,
Us heaved a stone at he,
Because he rackoned he could teach
Our Sussex fishers how to reach
The fishes in the sea.

But when he dwelt among us
Us gave 'im land and love
For Sussex will be Sussex,
And Sussex won't be druv.

All folks as comes to Sussex,
Must follow Sussex ways,
And when they've larned to know us well
There's no place else they'd wish to dwell
In all their blessed days.

There ant no place like Sussex,
Until you goes Above,
But Sussex wil be Sussex,
And Sussex won't be druv.

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~~~Secret Red ^^ Squirrel~~~ **007 1/2** Report 20 Nov 2010 21:49

Nudge

Evelyn

Evelyn Report 21 Nov 2010 00:06

Nudge