Bushranging Poems - Poems about Bushranging

...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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...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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...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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...“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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