Bushranger Poems - Poems about Bushranger

...Ned Kelly Ned Kelly, born 1854 Beveridge was my town I wasn’t born with a crown. Irish parents I have, Dad, a transported convict told me, when I was a lad. Dad, with possession of meat, Wi......

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...Welcome, to Van Dieman’s Land you rogues that humble Britain, who finally made a stand, to send you to Port Arthur upon the brink of hell where on the road to Hobart is this little town Sorell. ......

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...As much at home on his horse as in his swag the wounded bushman was the bushranger Ned.......

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...Me name is Daniel Morgan There’s a thousand pounds on me head Just me and me native lad We upset the Traps, the silly chaps, Gawd strike me dead. The Traps were camping , on the green old la......

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