Anonymous Oceania

Bold are the mounted robbers who on stolen horses ride And bold the mounted troopers who patrol the Sydney side; But few of them, though flash they be, can ride, and few can fight…

This is the tale of Norton Who vowed a vow, by zounds, To catch the varlet Gardiner And win a thousand pounds.…

'Twas of a valiant highwayman and outlaw of disdain Who'd scorn to live in slavery or wear a convicts chain; His name it was Jack Donahoe of courage and renown - He'd scorn to live…

In Dublin town I was brought up, in that city of great fame. My decent friends and parents, they will tell to you the same. It was for the sake of five hundred pounds I was sent ac…

Farewell to old England for ever, Farewell to my rum culls as well, Farewell to the well-known Old Bailey. Where I used for to cut such a swell.…

It was in the Queensland drought; And over hill and dell, No grass – the water far apart, All dry and hot as hell.…

There was an agile sailor lad Who longed to know the bush So with his swag and billy-can He said he'd make a push.…

O, listen for a moment lads, and hear me tell my tale- how o'er the sea from England's shore I was compelled to sail. The jury said, "He's guilty Sir," and says the judge, says he-…

'Keep white the strain!" Oh! brothers mine, in bitter shame Australia kneels and makes the prayer; Wrench out the loathsome lusts and swear…

Ned Kelly was a gentleman: Many hardships did he endure. He battled to deprive the rich Then gave it to the poor.…

Oh, we started down from Roto when the sheds had all cut out. We'd whips and whips of Rhino as we meant to push about, So we humped our blues serenely and made for Sydney town, Wit…

Come all ye wild colonials And listen to my tale; A story of bushrangers' deeds I will to you unveil. 'Tis of those gallant heroes, Game fighters one and all; And we'll sit and sin…

The moon rides high in a starry sky, And, through the midnight gloom, A faery scene of woodland green Her silver rays illume.…

What brings you here, John Chinaman, Why come to New South Wales? Why do you sail when breezes fan The north side of your sails?…

Cut yer name across me backbone Stretch me skin across a drum Iron me up to Pinchgut Island From today till Kingdon Come!…