Roads To Sorell
...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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Categories:
bushranging, history,
Form: Ballad
Bushranger, Daniel Morgan
...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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Categories:
bushranging, adventureme, me,
Form: Rhyme
The Market
...THE MARKET
[ From days of old the gathering of country folk to sell their wares has
taken place at the local market. Today, the tradition still carries on. ]
The paddock at the end of...
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Categories:
bushranging, life, places, social, old,
Form: Rhyme
When the Evidence Went Missing [cont'D]
...“All their comings and their goings were so closely scrutinised
as the prosecution’s trump card was the evidence they prized.
Though the wily prosecutor gathered facts to build his case,
some...
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Categories:
bushranging, funny, life, old, morning,
Form: Rhyme