Anonymous Oceania Fight 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.
    'Tis of a wild Colonial Boy, Jack Doolan was his name,
    Of poor but honest parents he was born in Castlemaine.
    He was his father's only hope, his mother's pride and joy,
    And dearly did his parents love the wild Colonial Boy.
    ...
  • 3.
    It's all about bold Frank Gardiner with the devil in his eye
    He said "We've work before us lads we've got to do or die
    So blacken up your faces before the dead of night
    And its over by Eugowra Rocks we'll either fall or fight"
    ...
  • 4.
    The moon rides high in a starry sky,
    And, through the midnight gloom,
    A faery scene of woodland green
    Her silver rays illume.
    ...
  • 5.
    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.
    ...
  • 6.
    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.
    ...
  • 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.
    ...
Total 7 Fight Poems by Anonymous Oceania

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