FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
At The Crossing of Warrigal Creek
Through the ranges an echo in vain you may seek That can rival the echo on Warrigal Creek, Where the swart basalt mountain frowns rugged and still.
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
A Striking Girl
She was a biking girl--a giddy creature, Who 'round the neighbourhood had wheeled of late, With figure angular and flinty feature, An oldish girl--although quite up-to-date!
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
Last Night
Last night, when the moon rose--round and white-- Over the crest of the distant hill, You sang your song to us there last night When the sleeping world lay hushed and still.
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
The Austral "Light!"
We were standing by the fireside at the pub, one wintry night, Drinking grog and "pitching fairies" while the lengthening hours took flight.
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
The Prodigal's Reply
Some time ago Bob crossed the foam And sailed for Cool-gar-dee, And when our hard-up boy came home, No wealthier was he!
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
Daffodil and Violet
From flowers faded long ago The printed page has caught a stain; And, dreaming in the fire-light's glow, Old scenes com back to me, again.
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
Who's Riding Old Harlequin Now?
They are mustering cattle on Brigalow Vale, Where the stock horses whinny and stamp; And where long Andy Ferguson, you may go bail, Is yet boss on a cutting-out camp.
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
Two Gossips
One fox-faced virgin, word for word, repeats each sland'rous thing she's heard, And sourly smiles as scandal slips With gusto from her thin white lips.
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
A Stage-Aside
The fellow had an awful voice Yet sang when so requested; Whilst the long ballad of his choice Was one we all detested.
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
The Devoutly Thankful Lover
So Nell was married yesterday!-- Let's fill a bumper mellow, And dreain it to old Hymen's sway-- And to the lucky fellow.
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
At the Church Concert
Last night we saw the chairman rise, With beaming face and pleasant, He said, "I must apologise For some who are not present!"
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
Parlez Doucement!
When low winds pass away, their memories last Longer than voices of the noisy blast; The gentle breeze that softly sighs among The scented roses sings the sweetest song.
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
Not "A Veteran"
'Twas in the "Hunters' Contest" Mickey had a colt to ride, Who'd jumped so well at home, you couldn't stop him if you tried:-- 'Twas not the fence that stopped him now, but on the rails there leaned, And all about the jump there stood, some photographic fiend.
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
Goody Two-Shoes
Among our dear Australee girls Her like was never seen-- Neat and petite, from sunny curls Down to her tan bottine.
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
Corn Medicine
"A well-bred horse! but he won't get fat, Though I've done the best I can; He keeps as poor as a blessed rat!" Said the sorrowful stable-man.
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
Kitty's Broom
When Kitty glides into the room There I contrive to stay And watch her while she with her broom Sweeps all the dust away.
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
Where Willow-trees Fringe a Fairyland
When the sky was the softest shade of grays, Save eastward--where glowered one fire-edged cloud-- I watched in the dawning the brown hills raise.
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
A Departing Dirge
Girls in town and boys out back, I've rolled up my little pack, And on June's chill wintry gales Sail from pleasant New South Wales
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
At the River-Crossing
Oh! the quiet river-crossing Where we twain were wont to ride, Where the wanton winds were to sing Willow branches o'er the ride.
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
An Enthusiastic Sportsman Enthuses
So now the Brands Seek other lands; Alack! long ere they reach 'em A fickle crowd Will cheer as loud For godly Governor Beau-champ.
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
Too Much Light
It was a mighty snug resort, that Sydney-side hotel: A snug resort where fellows dined "not wisely, but too well"; The boarders all had gone to bed, and other men departed, When Pat suggested to his pal 'twas nearly time they started.
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
At Last
When I am tired, and old, and worn, And harass'd by regret; When blame, reproach, and worldlings' scorn On every side are met.
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
Some Other Body
Somebody's horse has finished his feed, Somebody's saddle is on; But never a nigger the tracks can read, Or know where Somebody's gone.
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
Short Shrift
I can mind him at the start-- Easy seat and merry heart! Said he, as he threw a glance At the crawling ambulance.
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
Envoi
When the last rousing gallop is ended, And the last post-and-rail has been jumped, And a cracked neck that cannot be mended Shall have under the yew-tree been "dumped".