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Warm Wishes for Friends & Family
Happy Donut Day! May your heart be full and your plate even fuller.Sharing donuts and smiles with you today — enjoy every sweet moment.Hope this..
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Fun & Playful Wishes
Donut worry, be happy — it’s Donut Day!May your problems be small and your donuts be big.Keep calm and eat a donut. Happy Donut Day!Wishing you..
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Short Donut Day Wishes
Happy Donut Day! Wishing you a day full of sweetness and joy.Life is better with donuts — enjoy every bite today!Hope your Donut Day is as sweet and..
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To A Hatpeg
There’s a nice little hatpeg that hangs on the wallThat long from its owner has parted,And though he is wandering far beyond callLike him it is..
©  Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
The Digger's Song
Scrape the bottom of the hole: gather up the stuff,Fossick in the crannies, lest you leave a grainbehind,Just another shovelful and that'll be..
©  Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
At Devlin's Siding
What made the porter stare so hard? what made the porter stareAnd eye the tall young woman and the bundle that she bare?What made the tall young..
©  Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
The Box-Tree's Love
Long time beside the squatter's gateA great grey Box-Tree, early, late,Or shine or rain, in silence thereHad stood and watched the seasons fare:Had..
©  Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
On The Boundary
I Love the ancient boundary-fence,That mouldering chock-and-log.When I go ride the boundaryI let the old horse jogAnd take his pleasure in and..
©  Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
'Twixt The Wings Of The Yard
Hear the loud swell of it, mighty pell mell of it,Thousands of voices all blent into one:See “hell for leather” now trooping together, nowDown the..
©  Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
The Demon Snow-Shoes (A Legend Of Kiandra)
The snow lies deep on hill and dale,In rocky gulch and grassy vale,The tiny, trickling, tumbling fallsAre frozen 'twixt their rocky wallsThat grey..
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Our Visitor
There's a fellow on the station(He dropped in on a call,Just casual—to stay a pleasant week),He’s a banker’s near relation,Strongly built, and very..
©  Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
The Babes In The Bush
Dozens of damp little curls;One little short upper lip;Two rows of teeth like diminutive pearls;Eyes clear and grey as the creek where it swirlsOver..
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Jack's Last Muster
The first flush of grey light, the herald of daylight,Is dimly outlining the musterer's camp,Where over the sleeping, the stealthily creepingBreath..
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Kelly's Conversion
KELLY the Ranger half opened an eyeTo wink at the Army passing by,While his hot breath, thick with the taint of beer,Came forth from his lips in a..
©  Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
At The "J. C."
None ever knew his name,Honoured, or one of shame,Highborn or lowly;Only upon that treeTwo letters, J and C,Carved by him, mark where heLay dying..
©  Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Jack Corrigan
"It's my shout this time, boys, so come along andbreast the bar,And kindly mention what you're going to take;I don't feel extra thirsty, so I'll..
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Jimmy Wood
There came a lonely Briton to the town,A solitary Briton with a mission,He’d vowed a vow to put all “shouting” down,To relegate it to a low..
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From The Far West
'Tis a song of the Never Never land—Set to the tune of a scorching galeOn the sandhills red,When the grasses deadLoudly rustle, and bow the headTo..
©  Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
How Polly Paid For Her Keep
Do I know Polly Brown? Do I know her? Why,damme,You might as well ask if I know my own name?It's a wonder you never heard tell of old Sammy,Her..
©  Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
On The Range
On Nungar the mists of the morning hung low,The beetle-browed hills brooded silent and black,Not yet warmed to life by the sun's loving glow,As..
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Josephus Riley
The rum was rich and rare,There were wagers in the air,The atmosphere was rosy, and the tongues werewagging free;But one was in the revelWhose..
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Jim's Whip
Yes, there it hangs upon the wallAnd never gives a sound,The hand that trimmed its greenhide fallIs hidden underground,There, in that patch of sallee..
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A Vision Out West
Far reaching down's a solid sea sunk everlastingly to rest,And yet whose billows seem to be for ever heaving toward the westThe tiny fieldmice make..
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A Wayside Queen
She was born in the season of fire,When a mantle of murkiness layOn the front of the crimson Destroyer:And none knew the name of her sireBut the..
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Desiree
Will she spring with a blush from the arms of Dawn,When the sleepy songsters pruneTheir dewy vestments on bush and thorn,And the jovial magpie winds..
©  Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake