Anonymous Oceania Death Poems

  • 1.
    Oh Frank Gardiner is caught at last and lies in Sydney jail,
    For wounding Sergeant Middleton and robbing the Mudgee mail.
    For plundering of the gold escort, the Carcoar mail also;
    And it was for gold he made so bold, and not so long ago.
    ...
  • 2.
    On Walden's Range at morning time
    The sun shone brightly down;
    It shone across the winding Page
    Near Murrurundi town.
    ...
  • 3.
    The moon rides high in a starry sky,
    And, through the midnight gloom,
    A faery scene of woodland green
    Her silver rays illume.
    ...
  • 4.
    In Dublin town I was brought up, in that city of great fame.
    My decent friends and parents, they will tell to you the same.
    It was for the sake of five hundred pounds I was sent across the main,
    For seven long years in New South Wales to wear a convict's chain.
    ...
  • 5.
    Bold are the mounted robbers who on stolen horses ride
    And bold the mounted troopers who patrol the Sydney side;
    But few of them, though flash they be, can ride, and few can fight
    As Walker did, for life and death, with Ward the other night.
    ...
  • 6.
    Oh, Paddy dear, and did you hear
    The news that's going round,
    On the head of bold Ned Kelly
    They have placed two thousand pound.
    ...
  • 7.
    'Twas of a valiant highwayman and outlaw of disdain
    Who'd scorn to live in slavery or wear a convicts chain;
    His name it was Jack Donahoe of courage and renown -
    He'd scorn to live in slavery or humble to the Crown.
    ...
  • 8.
    In an old bark hut on a mountainside
    In a spot that was lone and drear
    A woman whose heart was aching sat
    Watching from year to year.
    ...
Total 8 Death Poems by Anonymous Oceania

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