River Bend

    (Air: Belle Mahone.)


At River Bend, in New South Wales,
All alone among the whales,
Busting up some post and rails,
            Sweet Belle Mahone.
In the blazing sun we stand,
Cabbage-tree hat, black velvet band,
Moleskins stiff with sweat and sand,
            Sweet Belle Mahone.

                Chorus: Sweet Belle Mahone, &c.

In the burning sand we pine,
No one asks us to have a wine,
Tis a jolly crooked line,
            Sweet Belle Mahone.
When I am sitting on a log,
Looking like a great big frog,
Waiting for a Murray cod,
            Sweet Belle Mahone.

Land of snakes and cockatoos,
Native bears and big emus,
Ugly blacks and kangaroos,
            Sweet Belle Mahone.
Paddymelons by the score,
Wild bulls, you should hear them roar,
They all belong to Johnny Dore,
            Sweet Belle Mahone.

Andrew Barton Paterson

Andrew Barton Paterson, also known as Banjo Paterson, was an Australian bush poet, journalist, and author. Renowned for his poignant and humorous depictions of rural Australia, he wrote iconic works like "Waltzing Matilda" and "The Man from Snowy River." His storytelling, deeply rooted in Australian culture, has cemented his legacy as one of the nation's most beloved literary figures.

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Oh! the shearing is all over,
    And the wool is coming down,
And I mean to get a wife, boys,
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    So its roll up your blankets,
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The Australian Stockman

The sun peers oer you wooded ridge and thro the forest dense,
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    Till they chime, ha! ha! till they chime, ha! ha! in the wild goburras song;
    Till they chime, ha! ha! till they chime, ha! ha! in the wild goburras song.

The night owl to her home hath fled, to shun the glorious pomp
Of golden day she speeds away to her nest in the tea-tree swamp;
Away, away to her nest in the tea-tree swamp.

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The Murrumbidgee Shearer

Come, all you jolly natives, and Ill relate to you
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Ive travelled about the country for miles, full many a score,
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I went up to a squatter, and asked him for a feed,
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Colonial Experience

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When first I came to Sydney Cove
And up and down the streets did rove,
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Since first I learnt my A, B, C.

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Paddy Malone In Australia

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Wid a man called a squatter I soon got a place, sure,
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