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Title: Saltbush Bill, J.P., and Other Verses

Author: A. B. Paterson

Posting Date: August 15, 2008 [EBook #1317]
Release Date: April, 1998

Language: English

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SALTBUSH BILL, J.P., AND OTHER VERSES

By A. B. Paterson

[Andrew Barton ("Banjo") Paterson,
Australian poet & journalist. 1864-1941.]

Author of "The Man from Snowy River, and Other Verses",
"Rio Grande, and Other Verses", and "An Outback Marriage".

Publisher's Note: Major A. B. Paterson has been on active service in
Egypt for the past eighteen months. The publishers feel it incumbent on
them to say that only a few of the pieces in this volume have been seen
by him in proof; and that he is not responsible for the selection, the
arrangement or the title of "Saltbush Bill, J.P., and Other Verses".

Table of Contents

Song of the Pen
Not for the love of women toil we, we of the craft,

Song of the Wheat
We have sung the song of the droving days,

Brumby's Run
It lies beyond the Western Pines

Saltbush Bill on the Patriarchs
Come all you little rouseabouts and climb upon my knee;

The Reverend Mullineux
I'd reckon his weight at eight-stun-eight,

The Wisdom of Hafiz
My son, if you go to the races to battle with Ikey and Mo,

Saltbush Bill, J.P.
Beyond the land where Leichhardt went,

The Riders in the Stand
There's some that ride the Robbo style, and bump at every stride;

Waltzing Matilda
Oh! there once was a swagman camped in the Billabong,

An Answer to Various Bards
Well, I've waited mighty patient while they all came rolling in,

T.Y.S.O.N.
Across the Queensland border line

As Long as your Eyes are Blue
Wilt thou love me, sweet, when my hair is grey

Bottle-O!
I ain't the kind of bloke as takes to any steady job;

The Story of Mongrel Grey
This is the story the stockman told,