Poetry in Australia, Volume I: From the Ballads to Brennan

By T. Inglis Moore

This title is part of UC Press's Voices Revived program, which commemorates University of California Press’s mission to seek out and cultivate the brightest minds and give them voice, reach, and impact. Drawing on a backlist dating to 1893, Voices Revived makes high-quality, peer-reviewed scholarship accessible once again using print-on-demand technology. This title was originally published in 1965.

• Language: English
• Publisher: University of California Press
• Release date: Apr 28, 2023
• ISBN: 9780520331228

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POETRY IN AUSTRALIA

Volume 1

From the Ballads to Brennan

Poetry in Australia

VOLUME I

FROM THE

BALLADS TO

BRENNAN

chosen by

T. INGLIS MOORE

UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA PRESS

Berkeley and Los Angeles

1965

University of Califamia Press

Berkeley and Los Angeles

California

All Rights Reserved

Printed in Australia

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

FOR permission to reprint poems in this anthology the publishers’ special thanks are due to Lothian Book Publishing Co. and Mrs Constance Robertson for poems by Shaw Neilson from Collected Poems; also to Lothian Book Publishing Co. for poems by Bernard O’Dowd from Collected Poems; and also to the Bulletin in which many of the poems and bush ballads were first printed. The extract from Charles Harpur’s The Temple of Infamy is printed from an unpublished MS in the Mitchell Library, by courtesy of the Trustees. Acknowledgment is due to the Trustees of the estate of William Baylebridge for the poems from Life’s Testament and Love Redeemed.

The publishers of other copyright poems, together with the titles of the poems and of the books from which they have been selected, are listed below.

Angus & Robertson Ltd: The Coachman’s Yarn by E. J. Brady (Australian Bush Ballads)) Let Us Go Down, the Long Dead Night Is Done, I Saw My Life as Whitest Flame, The Years That Go to Make Me Man, My Heart Was Wandering in the Sands, Fire in the Heavens, and Fire along the Hills, The Anguish’d Doubt Broods over Eden, extracts from Lilith, Interlude: The Casement, How Old Is My Heart, I Cry to You as I Pass Your Windows, Come Out, Come Out, Ye Souls That Serve, O Desolate Eves, The Land I Came thro’ Last, and I Said, This Misery Must End by Christopher Brennan (The Verse of Christopher Brennan); Elegy on an Australian Schoolboy by Zora Cross (Elegy on an Australian Schoolboy); He Could Have Found His Way by Kathleen Dalziel (Australian Poetry 1953); The Play by C. J. Den nis (The Sentimental BloAe); Song of the Captured Woman, The Evening Gleam, and Mortality by James Devaney (Poems); Red Jack by Mary Durack (Australian Bush Ballads); Cleaning Up by Edward Dyson (Rhymes from the Mines); Emus, Lovers, Lichen, Lion, Communal, Flesh and Cubes by Mary Fullerton (E) (Moles Do So Little With Their Privacy), and Inspiration (The Wonder and the Apple); Anzac Cove, In the Trench, These Men, and The Jester in the Trench by Leon Gellert (Songs of a Campaign); Eve-song, Never Admit the Pain, Nurse No Long Grief, The Baying Hounds, Swans at Night, Old Botany Bay, The Shepherd, The Myall in Prison, The Waradgery Tribe, The Song of the Woman-drawer, The Tenancy by Mary Gilmore (Selected Verse), and The Pear-tree and Nationality (Fourteen Men); The Cicada by H. M. Green (Australian Poetry 1943); West of Alice by W. E. Harney (Australian Poetry 1954); Said Hanrahan and Tangmal- angaloo by John O’Brien (P. J. Hartigan) (Around the Boree Log); Ballad of the Drover, Talbragar, The Teams, and The Sliprails and the Spur by Henry Lawson (Poetical Worths of Henry La tv son); Desert Claypan by Frederick T. Macartney (Selected Poems); Colombine, Muse-Haunted, I Blow My Pipes, Ambuscade, Mad Marjory, The Uncouth Knight, Joan of Arc, June Morning, Evening, Song of the Rain, Enigma, The Mouse, and Camden Magpie by Hugh McCrae (The Best Poems of Hugh McCrae); Fancy Dress by Dorothea Mackellar (Fancy Dress); The Crane is My Neighbour, Beauty Imposes, The Poor Can Feed the Birds, and The Sundowner by Shaw Neilson (Beauty Imposes), and Strawberries in November and The Cool Cool Country (Unpublished Poems); From the Gulf and How the Fire Queen Crossed the Swamp by Will Ogilvie (Fair Girls and

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Gray Horses), and The Death of Ben Hall (Australian Bush Ballads); Sea-grief by Dowell O’Reilly (The Prose and Verse of Dowell O'Reilly) The Man from Snowy River, The Man from Ironbark, A Bush Christening, A Bushman’s Song, Clancy of the Overflow and Waltzing Matilda by A. B. Paterson (Collected Verse)) The Camp Within the West and The Fisher by Roderic Quinn (Poems)) What the Red-Haired Bo’sun Said, After Johnson’s Dance, Irish Lords, and Old John Bax by Charles H. Souter (The Mallee Fire)) On a Shining Silver Morning, My Love is the Voice of a Song, and Danny’s Wooing by David McKee Wright (An Irish Heart).

Australasian Authors* Agency: Lofty Lane by Edwin Gerard (Australian Light Horse Ballads and Rhymes); My Country by Dorothea Mackellar (The Closed Door).

Australasian Book Co. and Allans Music (Australia) Pty Ltd: The Bushrangers, Morgan, and My Old Black Billy by Edward Harrington (The Swagless Swaggie).

The Bulletin Co.: Lost and Given Over by E. J. Brady (The Way of Many Waters).

Citizens of Leeton: Whalan of Waitin’ a While by J. W. Gordon (Jim Grahame) (Under Wide SAies).

J. M. Dent Ltd: Buffalo Creek by J. Le Gay Brereton (Swags Up!).

H. T. Dwight: extract from Mamba, the Bright-Eyed by G. G. McCrae.

Dy mock’s Book Arcade: The Reaper by L. H. Allen (Araby and Other Poems); Bill the Whaler by Will Law- son (Bill the Whaler).

Sydney J. Endacott: Faithless by Louis La vater (Blue Days and Grey Days), and Mopoke (This Green Mortality)) The Farmer Remembers the Somme by Vance Palmer (The Camp).

Euston Press, London: The Mother by Nettie Palmer (Shadowy Paths).

Gordon & Gotch Ltd: Where the Pelican Builds by Mary Hannay Foott (Where the Pelican Builds).

Wm. Heinemann Ltd: Faith and extract from On Australian Hills by Ada Cambridge (The Hand in the Darl().

Frank Johnson: Artemis by Dulcie Deamer (Messalina).

T. Werner Laurie Ltd: My Mate Bill and A Ballad of Queensland (Sam Holt) by G. H. Gibson (Ironbarlk Splinters from the Australian Bush).

Longmans, Green & Co. Ltd: Dusk in the Domain by Dorothea Mackellar (Dreamharbour).

Lothian Book Publishing Co.: The Shearer’s Wife by Louis Esson (Bells and Bees); Thredbo River by Sydney Jephcott (Penetralia); A Gallop of Fire by Marie E. J. Pitt (Selected Poems).

Melbourne University Press: Beauty and Terror, Day’s End, Experience, He Had Served Eighty Masters, Revolution, and This Way Only by Lesbia Harford (Poems).

H. E. Stone, Adelaide: The Skylark’s Nest and Poet and Peasant by R. H. Long (Verses).

Tyrrell’s Pty Ltd: Fine Clay by Winifred Shaw (The Aspen Tree).

E. A. Vidler: Sunset and Marlowe by Arthur Bayldon (The Eagles).

Vision Press: Budding Spring by Jack Lindsay (Poetry in Australia 1923).

Whitcombe & Tombs Ltd: The Australian by Arthur H. Adams (Collected Verses).

CONTENTS

CONTENTS

Jim Jones

Botany Bay

A Convict’s Lament on the Death of Captain Logan

The Waterwitch

The Settler’s Lament

The Old Bulloch Dray

The Old Keg of Rum

The Old Bark Hut

The Wild Colonial Boy

Brave Donahue

Look Out Belo tv I

The Broken-down Digger

The Golden Gullies of the Palmer

The Broken-down Squatter

The Numerella Shore

Cocoes of Bungaree

The Overlander

The Dying Stocfynan

Bullocty Bill

Clicłk Go the Shears, Boys

The Banins of the Condamine

On the Road to Gundagai

The Shearer’s Song

Flash Jack from Gundagai

Australia’s on the Wallaby

Me and My Dog

The Ramble-eer

Waltzing Matilda

From Australasia

Songs of the Squatters No. I

1818-1882 From The Devil and the Governor

1813-1868 A Midsummer Noon in the Australian Forest

Words

From The Creete of the Four Graves

From The Tower of the Dream

Love Sonnets, VIII

From The Temple of Infamy [satirizing W. C. Wentworth and Robert Lowe]

From Mâmba the Bright-eyed

1833-1870 The Sick Stockrider

A Dedication

From The Rhyme of Joyous Garde

The Dominion of Australia (A FORECAST, 1877)

My Other Chinee Cook

Orara

Bell-birds

September in Australia

Beyond Kerguelen

The Last of His Tribe

Jim the Splitter

Traith

From On Australian Hills

Where the Pelican Builds

How McDougal Topped the Score

My Mate Bill

A Ballad of Queensland (Sam Holt) Over-landing Jim apostrophizeth his quondam mate, who hath made his pile, and gone home:

A Racing Eight

Daley’s Dorg Wattle

The Man from Snowy River

The Man from Ironbark

A Bush Christening

A Bushman’s Song

Clancy of the Overflow

What the Red-haired Bo’sun Said

After Johnsons Dance

Irish Lords

Old John Bax

Cleaning Up

Where the Dead Men Lie

Ballad of the Drover

Andy’s Gone with Cattle

Talbragar

The Teams

The Sliprails and the Spur

From the Gulf

Hou/ the Fire Queen Crossed the Swamp

The Death of Ben Hall

Lost and Given Over

The Coachman’s Yarn

Whalan of Waitin a While

Bill the Whaler

The Play

Said Hanrahan

Tangmalangaloo

1891- Lofty Lane

West of Alice

The Bushrangers

Morgan

My Old Black Billy

Red Jack

In a Wine Cellar

Drcams

Tamerlane

The Ascetic

Tenth

From Night

Narcissus and Some Tadpoles Scene I. THE RED PAGE ROOM.

G. ESSEX EVANS 1863-1909 The Women of the West

Thredbo River

Sunset

Marlowe

The Crazy World

Sea-grief

From Young Democracy

The Cow

From The Bush

Australia

From Alma Venus

Mopoke

'Faithless

The Camp Within the West

The Fisher

Emus

Lovers

Lichen

Lion

Communal

Flesh

Cubes

Inspiration

From Darlk Rosaleen*

IX

Dannys Wooing

1869-1948 A Gallop of Fire

Let Us Go Down, the Long Dead Night Is Done

I Saw My Life as Whitest Flame

The Years That Go to Ma(c Me Man

My Heart Was Wandering in the Sands

Fire in the Heavens, and Fire along the Hills

The Anguish'd Doubt Broods over Eden (viii)

Adam to Lilith

Lilith on the Fate of Man

Interlude: The Casement

How Old Is My Heart

1 Cry to You as I Pass Your Windows

Come Out, Come Out, Ne Souls That Serve

O Desolate Eves

The Land I Came Thro’ Last

I Said, This Misery Must End

Bufiate Crcc,

Song Be Delicate

Love’s Coming

Beauty Imposes

Break of Day

Strawberries in November

The Orange Tree

To a School-girl

May

’Tis the White Plum Tree

The Poor Can Feed the Birds

To a Blue Flower

The Crane is My Neighbour

The Sundowner

The Cool, Cool Country

1873-1936 The Australian

1874-1948 The Skylarks Nest

Poet and Peasant

Colombine

Muse-haunted

I Blow My Pipes

Ambuscade

Mad Marjory

The Uncouth Knight

Joan of Arc

June Morning

Evening

Song of the Rain

Enigma

The Mouse

Camden Magpie

The Shearers Wife

The Reaper

The Cicada

From Life’s Testament:

VI

VIII

XI

XIII

WILLIAM BAYLEBRIDGE (WILLIAM BLOCKSIDGE) XVII

XXXII

LXXXII

LXXXVIII

1885- My Country

Fancy Dress

Dusk in the Domain

1885- The Mother

The Farmer Remembers the Somme

1887- Desert Claypan

From Elegy on an Australian Schoolboy

Soflg of the Captured Woman

The Evening Gleam

Mortality

Artcmis

Beauty and Terror

Revolution

Days End

Experience

He Had Served Eighty Masters

This Way Only

1881- He Could Have Found His Way

Anzac Cove

In the Trench

These Men

The Jester in the Trench

Budding Spring

1905Fine Clay

1865-1962 Eve-song

Never Admit the Pain

Nurse No Long Grief

The Baying Hounds

From Swans at Hight

Old Botany Bay

The Shepherd

The Myall in Prison

The Waradgery Tribe

The Song of the Woman-drawer

From The Disinherited

The Pear-tree

The Tenancy

Nationality

INDEX OF AUTHORS

INDEX OF TITLES

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

Jim Jones

O, listen for a moment lads, and hear me tell my tale— How, o’er the sea from England’s shore I was compelled to sail.

The jury says, He’s guilty, sir, and says the judge, says he— For life, Jim Jones, I’m sending you across the stormy sea; And take my tip before you ship to join the iron-gang, Don’t be too gay at Botany Bay, or else you’ll surely hang— Or else you’ll hang, he says, says he—"and after that, Jim Jones,

High up upon the gallow-tree the crows will pick your bones—

You’ll have no chance for mischief then; remember what I say,

They’ll flog the poaching out of you, out there at Botany Bay."

The winds blew high upon the sea, and the pirates came along,

But the soldiers on our convict ship were full five hundred strong,

They opened fire and somehow drove that pirate ship away.

I’d have rather joined that pirate ship than come to Botany Bay:

For night and day the irons clang, and like poor galley slaves We toil, and toil, and when we die must fill dishonoured graves.

But by and by I’ll break my chains: into the bush I’ll go, And join the brave bushrangers there—Jack Donohoo and

Co.;

And some dark night when everything is silent in the town I’ll kill the tyrants, one and all, and shoot the floggers down: I’ll give the Law a little shock: remember what I say, They’ll yet regret they sent Jim Jones in chains to Botany Bay.

Botany Bay

Farewell to old England for ever, Farewell to my rum culls as well, Farewell to the well-known Old Bailey, Where I used for to cut such a swell.

Chorus Singing, too-ral, li-ooral, li-addity, Singing, too-ral, li-ooral, li-ay. Singing, too-ral, li-ooral, li-addity, Singing, too-ral, li-ooral, li-ay.

There’s the captain as is our commander, There’s the bo’sun and all the ship’s crew, There’s the first- and the second-class passengers, Knows what we poor convicts goes through.

’Tain’t leaving old England we care about, ’Tain’t cos we misspells wot we knows, But because all we light-fingered gentry Hops round with a log on our toes.

For fourteen long years I have ser-vi-ed, And for fourteen long years and a day, For meeting a bloke in the area, And sneaking his ticker away.

Oh had I the wings of a turtle-dove,

I’d soar on my pinions so high,

Slap bang to the arms of my Polly love, And in her sweet presence I’d die.

Now, all my young Dook-ies and Duch-ess-es, Take warning from what I’ve to say— Mind all is your own as you touch-cs-es, Or you’ll meet us in Botany Bay.

A Convict’s Lament on the Death of Captain Logan

I am a native of the land of Erin, And lately banished from that lovely shore;

I left behind my aged parents And the girl I did adore.

In transient storms as I set sailing, Like mariner bold my course did steer; Sydney Harbour was my destination— That cursed place at length drew near.

I then joined banquet in congratulation On my safe arrival from the briny sea; But, alas, alas! I was mistaken— Twelve years transportation to Moreton Bay. Early one morning as I carelessly wandered, By the Brisbane waters I chanced to stray;

I saw a prisoner sadly bewailing, Whilst on the sunlit banks he lay.

He said, "I’ve been a prisoner at Port Macquarie, At Norfolk Island, and Emu Plains;

At Castle Hill and cursed Toongabbie— At all those places I’ve worked in chains, But of all the places of condemnation, In each penal station of New South Wales, Moreton Bay I found no equal, For excessive tyranny each day prevails.

Early in the morning, as the day is dawning, To trace from heaven the morning dew, Up we started at a moment’s warning Our daily labour to renew.

Our overseers and superintendents— These tyrants’ orders we must obey, Or else at the triangles our flesh is mangled— Such are our wages at Moreton Bay!

For three long years I’ve been beastly treated; Heavy irons each day I wore;

My poor back from flogging has been lacerated, And oft-times painted with crimson gore. Like the Egyptians and ancient Hebrews, We were sorely oppressed by Logan’s yoke, Till kind Providence came to our assistance, And gave this tyrant his fatal stroke.

Yes, he was hurried from that place of bondage Where he thought he would gain renown;

But a native black, who lay in ambush, Gave this monster his fatal wound.

Fellow prisoners be exhilarated;

Your former sufferings you will not mind, For it’s when from bondage you are extricated You’ll leave such tyrants far behind!"

ANON.

The Waterwitch

A neat little packet from Hobart set sail, For to cruise round the west’ard amongst the sperm whale; Cruising the west’ard where the stormy winds blow, Bound away in the ‘Waterwitch to the west-ard we’ll go.

Bound away, bound away, where the stormy winds blow, Bound away in the Waterwitch to the west’ard we go.

Now at early one morning, just as the sun rose, A man from her masthead cries out, There she blows!

We’re away! cried our skipper, and springing aloft, "Three points on the lee bow and scarce three miles off.

"Get your lines in your boats, me boys, see your box line all clear,

And lower me down, me bully boys, and after him we’ll steer!"

Now the ship she gets full, me boys, and to Hobart we’ll steer,

Where there’s plenty of pretty girls and plenty good beer. We’ll spend our money freely with the pretty girls on shore, And when it’s all gone, we’ll go whaling for more.

Bound away, bound away, where the stormy winds blow, Bound away in the Waterwitch to the west’ard we go.

ANON.

The Settler’s Lament

All you on emigration bent With home and England discontent, Come listen to this my sad lament About the bush of Australia.

Of cash I had a thousand pounds— Thinks I how mighty grand it sounds For a man to be farming his own grounds In this beautiful land of Australia. Upon the voyage the ship was lost, In wretched plight I reached the coast, And was very near being made a roast By the savages in Australia.

Chorus Illawarra, Mittagong, Parramatta, Wollongong,

If you wouldn’t become an orang-outang, Don’t go to the wilds of Australia.

Escaped from thence I lighted on A fierce bushranger with his gun, Who borrowed my garments every one For himself in the bush of Australia. Sydney town I reached at last, Thinks I all danger now is past, And I shall make my fortune fast In this promised land of Australia. So quickly went with cash in hand, Upon the map I bought my land, But found it nothing but barren sand When I got to the bush of Australia.

Chorus Cabramatta, Bogolong, Ulladulla, Gerringong, If you wouldn’t become an orang-outang, Don’t go to the wilds of Australia.

Of sheep I had a precious lot Some died of hunger, some of rot, For a divil a drop of rain they got In this promised land of Australia. My servants they were always drunk, That kept me in a constant funk, And I said to myself, as to bed I slunk, I wish I was out of Australia.

Of ills I’ve had enough, you’ll own; There’s something else my woes to crown, One night my loghouse tumbled down, And settled me in Australia.

Chorus Hunter’s