Poems by Barcroft Henry Boake
also known as: Barcroft Boake
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You say we bushmen cannot love,
Adown the grass-grown paths we strayed,
I’ve a kiss from a warmer lover
Drip, drip, drip! It tinkles on the fly
A Valentine The Bree was up; the floods were out
Far reaching down's a solid sea sunk everlastingly to rest,
She was born in the season of fire,
The fight was over, and the battle won
Easter Monday in the city,
What made the porter stare so hard? what made the porter stare
None ever knew his name,
Will she spring with a blush from the arms of Dawn,
Hark, the sound of it drawing nearer,
Brookong station lay half-asleep
A sweat-dripping horse and a half-naked myall,
Tis a song of the Never Never land
Now the squatters and the “cockies,”
Do I know Polly Brown? Do I know her? Why, damme,
“It’s my shout this time, boys, so come along and breast the bar,
Diamantina River, Western Queensland
There came a lonely Briton to the town,
Yes, there it hangs upon the wall
The rum was rich and rare,
Kelly the Ranger half opened an eye
The western sun, ere he sought his lair,
I love the ancient boundary-fence,
On Nungar the mists of the morning hung low,
There’s a fellow on the station
Our Skeeta was married, our Skeeta! the tomboy and pet of the place,
Dozens of damp little curls;
Long time beside the squatter's gate
(A Legend of Kiandra)
Scrape the bottom of the hole: gather up the stuff,
There’s a nice little hatpeg that hangs on the wall
Out on the wastes of the Never Never
Hear the loud swell of it, mighty pell mell of it,