Best Drover Poems

Ex Drover, me

As the cleaner sweeps the street,
And the saddle leather squeaks,
cos he's riding ol Darkie,
an his mind is with the herd.
He remembers the cold nights,
Leaps from his swag at daylight,
To stand by the fire ,
For some breakfast egg n bacon.
Yes bloody sah!

An the coffe...

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Our Mate Charlie Brummell
Yes mate we went a droving back in nineteen fifty eight, 
The drovers cook was pretty rough, he couldn`t wash a plate. 
Hector he was fifty two, when he burnt our damper bread, 
Uncle Charley had to show him how, to cook...

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Drover, ride your white horse...ride it with grit 
on the sun-scorched prairies 
of the Mississippi Valley:
where no tree is found in a shady spot,
but plenty of wild daisies 
and pink roses distract you constantly!

Winter came with snow and haze,
and the buffalos couldn't graze;
now, in the...

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Drover Dick
by Don Johnson
Brisbane..Australia.

Our Colonel was Dick Marson, 
on the New Guinea campaign, 
He was for us, old Drover Dick, 
who down the Cooper came. ..........Aussie cattle rustler (duffer)
The one who rode with Redford, the cattle 
duffer mate. 
They took a thousand head, to South...

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I drove the demons 'cross the land
By their side I rode each day
Each night I fed them by the hand
And cracked the stock whip each command
I drove the demons far away

One grinned and sung a lustful song
One stood conceited, pride and all
Each night I fed...

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