Long Swagman Poems

The flies like molasses clinging firmly to his back,
as aimlessly he ambled along the dry dusty track.
Like a wave of the ocean the flies would swarm to his face,
but were expertly dispatched with his gum...

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A Bagman

There he walked an unknown Bagman, 
who camped upon the track. 
So sad he seemed this Swagman, 
his jingling billy burnt and black. 
Yes mate he'd been away with friends, 
crossed the sea at...

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Waltzing Shearer

Out near Dagworth Station during 1894
Where the Waltzing Matilda, Swagman drowned,
Cos he liked them lamb chops nicely browned,
He was only eating the Masters sheep, scoffing em down,
Disgusting said Squatters and frowned, some more,
In 1894,...

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The  Australian  Swagman 
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The Swag-man
On the north side of the river 
The water tumbles silver slivers
The rocks just peeking out to form a rapid fall
The waters speeding over the top of the new born water fall

The south side...

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Yes, we do share our dreams,
of course we leave out the inadmissible, 
the dark alcoves and the flying monkeys.

At breakfast I scratch in a notebook, 
doodle questions like
why I feel a duck-billed platypus 
is still...

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At breakfast I scribble in a notebook
questions like:
why do I feel like a duck-billed platypus
has been nibbling at my brain all night?
The I remember
the billabong, the kookaburra
and the ‘jolly swagman’
all of whom
party-crashed my REM-sleep.

I ask:...

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