Best Drovers Poems

Excitement filled the bushland as December was near
Every creature had been waiting for Christmas time - all year.
Wallabies hung their stockings on a  gumtree branch with care
Just as all nice children do – everywhere.

Meanwhile those more up to date logged on the internet
sending E...

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JOE WHITE

Back in 1880 you will find, Joe White he was about.
The Brumby runner master mind. Of this I'll leave no doubt.
He took from Mugan station, 600 Brumbies yes my friend.
Had the best riders of the nation, on which he could depend.
From Mungindi to Sydney...

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Easter Bunnies

Easter bunnys bellies burning ,
From the poison virus mate,
Aussie farmers want him murdered ,
For every blade of grass he takes,

Have you seen a mattry eyed, blind bunny,
A stumbling to and fro,
Have you felt his pain, the stumbling,
Bugs Bunnies‘s STILL gotta  go,  ...

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 Aub
Aubrey Gordon Joseph Mc'Govern 
by Don Johnson... 
he was born in 1895 to a land so different then, 
one of three boys born at Brenda station, 
near to Hebel up the river near the water on a bend. 
though just a child he told...

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Bronco Don Johnson and Bally Watson...

Oh they speak of Bally Watson and the Dirran boys don't laugh...
Yet they tell in whispers how his ear was shot in half...
Old Bronco Don had shot him for everyone to see...
Witnesses could not be found though the coppers asked...

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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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When night came, the cattle bedded down 
And the night riders making their rounds
Samuel would take a strole to the chuck wagon 
And Cookie would hand him his cup of coffee

As he savored it's taste
He'd check with Cookie to see 
If his supplies were holding...

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"Ain't got no prairie fire worries," 
Bob says to Little Zeke
"Lessen we gits some whar with grass"
And he kicked his horse in the ribs as they entered the pass

A week later they found grass
The cattle were starting to get weak
Samuel called a hault 
And all...

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Through my Magic Window 
I see the cowboys on the hill
Trying to convince the cattle 
That they have had their fill

"Jist goes ahead un snuff nu blow 
Cause ut er a thousan' miles ta go
Bafor youse'll be left un youse own," 
Called out Lester Lowe

"Two...

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My Lords an adjournment is 
Called for...
All my retire;
But holding foremost in your
Thoughts,
I beseech ye,
Thee impudent countenance of
This most ardent denier.
Therefore heed me,
I caution all ye present,
Thou shall not disband;
Moreover, to reassemble at any
Sudden instance 
Of insistent and uncontested 
Demand.

So prepare ye to soar, Meretrix,...

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The front bar of the Criterion is filling up,
It’s after five and the patrons are filing in.
Placed orders echoing off the old timbers 
Vying to be heard and adding to the din.

The Grand Old Lady proudly plays host
As she looks out over the muddy Fitzroy.
Thirsty...

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Back in 1880 you will find, Joe White he was about.
The brumby runner master mind. Of this I'll leave no doubt.
He took from Mugan station, 600 brumbies yes my friend.
Had the best riders of the nation, on which he could depend.
From Mungindi to Sydney town,...

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The Ancient Track strides out across the plain,
A trading route five thousand years ago,
A constant presence – sunshine, wind and rain,
Forever onward winds the ancient road.
	The Ancient Track strides out across the plain;
	Explore with me and tread the track again.

From distant Ivinghoe the drovers came,
Then...

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The drovers' hearts were beating fast
When our grueling drive was done.
They'd had their fill of dust and beans,
And the only thing they wanted now,
Was a long, hot bath, and some cow town fun.
            ...

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NB - familiarity with the pronunciation of the British place names in this poem is essential to comprehend some of the lines - and to ensure the tongue twisting effect in parts.

The Seven Siren Sisters of old Cirencester
Are more infamous now than the lechers of...

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