Collected Verse A B BanjoPaterson
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This collection of 60 poems published many times over the decades appear to have one thing in common with other.
As in most 1 author anthologies there is a theme running throughout.
This time it’s Politics, the People, and how one affects the other,
Banjo was an outspoken advocate for the working man and woman in Australia , this is a sample of his thoughts about politicians, the hard working and not-so-hard working population of Australia in the late 19th Century.
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El Mahdi to the Australian Troops:
The Bushfire:
The Deficit Demon:
Our Mat:
Uncle Bill:
The Sausage Candidate:
Who is Kater Anyhow?
The Hypnotist:
The Maori Pig Market:
The Ballad of G.
R.
Dibbs:
The Duties of an Aide-de-Camp:
Behind the Scenes:
Reconstruction:
Tom Collins:
The Ghost of the Murderer's Hut:
A Triolet:
The Wreck of the Golfer:
The Sydney Cup:
The Federal Bus Conductor and the Old Lady:
A Rule of the A.
J.
C.:
The Lost Leichhardt:
Investigating Flora:
Commandeering:
The Rum Parade:
Now Listen to Me and I'll Tell You My Views:
The Ballad of the Cockatoo Dock:
The Ballad of that P.
N.:
Policeman G.:
Gone Down:
The Ballad of the Carpet Bag:
A Nervous Governor-General:
The Fitzroy Blacksmith:
The Seven Ages of Wise:
The Rhyme of the O'Sullivan:
Ave Caesar:
The Premier and the Socialist:
The Ballad of M.
T.
Nutt and His Dog:
The Man from Goondiwindi,
Q.:
The Dam that Keele Built:
The Incantation:
A Motor Courtship:
Wisdom of Hafiz:
The Dauntless Three:
Old Schooldays:
We're All Australians Now:
Australia Today 1916:
The Army Mules:
Swingin’ the Lead:
Moving On:
Hawker, the Standard Bearer:
Cassidy's Epitaph:
Boots:
The Old Tin Hat:
The Quest Eternal:
That Half-Crown Sweep:
Jimmy Dooley's Army:
Typographical:
A Job for
Guinness:
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The Dry Canteen:
Unforgotten:
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