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Andrew Barton Paterson Short Poems

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by Andrew Barton Paterson
 In this war we're always moving, 
Moving on; 
When we make a friend another friend has gone; 
Should a woman's kindly face 
Make us welcome for a space, 
Then it's boot and saddle, boys, we're 
Moving on. 
In the hospitals they're moving, 
Moving on; 
They're here today, tomorrow they are gone; 
When the bravest and the best 
Of the boys you know "go west", 
Then you're choking down your tears and 
Moving on.



by Andrew Barton Paterson
 The Honourable M. T. Nutt 
About the bush did jog. 
Till, passing by a settler's hut, 
He stopped and bought a dog. 
Then started homewards full of hope, 
Alas, that hopes should fail! 
The dog pulled back and took the rope 
Beneath the horse's tail. 

The Horse remarked, "I would be soft 
Such liberties to stand!" 
"Oh dog," he said, "Go up aloft, 
Young man, go on the land!"

by Andrew Barton Paterson
 Of all the sickly forms of verse, 
Commend me to the triolet. 
It makes bad writers somewhat worse: 
Of all the sickly forms of verse, 
That fall beneath a reader's curse, 
It is the feeblest jingle yet. 
Of all the sickly forms of verse, 
Commend me to the triolet.

by Andrew Barton Paterson
 There is waving of grass in the breeze
And a song in the air,
And a murmur of myriad bees
That toil everywhere.
There is scent in the blossom and bough,
And the breath of the Spring
Is as soft as a kiss on a brow --
And Spring-time I sing.

There is drought on the land, and the stock
Tumble down in their tracks
Or follow -- a tottering flock --
The scrub-cutter's axe.
While ever a creature survives
The axes shall swing;
We are fighting with fate for their lives --
And the combat I sing.

by Andrew Barton Paterson
 The Editor wrote his political screed 
In ink that was fainter and fainter; 
He rose to the call of his country's need, 
And in spiderish characters wrote with speed, 
A column on "Cutting the Painter". 
The "reader" sat in his high-backed chair, 
For literals he was a hunter; 
But he stared aghast at the column long 
Of the editorial hot and strong, 
For the comp. inspired by some sense of wrong 
Had headed it "Gutting the Punter".



by Andrew Barton Paterson
 The opening of the railway line... 
The Governor and all, 
With flags and banners down the street, 
A banquet and a ball, 
Hark to them at the station now ! 
They're raising cheer on cheer, 
The man who brought the railway through, 
Our friend the engineer.

by Andrew Barton Paterson
 Who never drinks and never bets, 
But loves his wife and pays his debts 
And feels content with what he gets? 
Tom Collins. 

Who has the utmost confidence 
That all the banks now in suspense 
Will meet their paper three years hence? 
Tom Collins. 

Who reads the Herald leaders through, 
And takes the Evening News for true, 
And thought the Echo's jokes were new? 
Tom Collins. 

Who is the patriot renowned 
So very opportunely found 
To fork up Dibbs's thousand pound? 
Tom Collins.


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