Bush Poetry


Pioneers - Frank Hudson - Australian Bush Poem

They came of bold and roving stock that would not fix abide
They were the sons of field and flock since e’er they learnt to ride
We may not hope to see such men in these degenerate years
As those explorers of the bush – the brave old pioneers.

A Bush Christening

A Bush Christening - A B Banjo Paterson - Australian Bush Poem

On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few,
And men of religion are scanty,
On a road never cross’d ‘cept by folk that are lost,
One Michael Magee had a shanty.

Over the Range

Over the Range - A B Banjo Paterson - Australian Bush Poem

Little bush maiden, wondering-eyed,
Playing alone in the creek-bed dry,
In the small green flat on every side
Walled in by the Moonbi ranges high;

The Last Parade

The Last Parade - A B Banjo Paterson - Australian Bush Poem

With never a sound of trumpet,
With never a flag displayed,
The last of the old campaigners
Lined up for the last parade.

Waltzing Matilda

Waltzing Matilda - Australia's Anthem of the Heart

Waltzing Matilda is Australia’s best known Bush Ballad and really is Australia’s unofficial Anthem of our Hearts. It bodes back to our very beginning when times were very tough and theft was necessary to survive another day.

The Man from Ironbark

The Man from Ironbark - A B Banjo Paterson - Australian Bush Poem


It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town,
He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down.
He loitered here he loitered there, till he was like to drop,
Until at last in sheer despair he sought a barber’s shop.
“Ere! shave my beard and whiskers off, I’ll be a man of mark,

I’ll go and do the Sydney toff up home in Ironbark.”

Mulga Bills Bicycle

Mulga Bills Bicycle - A B Banjo Paterson - Australian Bush Poem


‘Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze;
He turned away the good old horse that served him many days;
He dressed himself in cycling clothes, resplendent to be seen;
He hurried off to town and bought a shining new machine;
And as he wheeled it through the door, with air of lordly pride,
The grinning shop assistant said, “Excuse me, can you ride?”

Çlancy of the Overflow

Clancy of the Overflow - A B Banjo Patterson - Australian Bush Poem

I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better Knowledge,
sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago,

He was shearing when I knew him, so I sent the letter to him,
Just ‘on spec’, addressed as follows, ‘Clancy, of The Overflow’.

And an answer came directed in a writing unexpected,
(And I think the same was written with a thumb-nail dipped in tar)
‘Twas his shearing mate who wrote it, and verbatim I will quote it:

The Man from Snowy River

The Man from Snowy River - A B Banjo Paterson


There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
That the colt from old Regret had got away,
And had joined the wild bush horses–he was worth a thousand pound,
So all the cracks had gathered to the fray.

Banjo Paterson

Andrew Barton "Banjo" Patterson

Andrew Barton “Banjo” Paterson was born on 17 February 1864 near Orange, New South Wales on a property called Narrambla. He was the oldest son of Andrew Bogle Paterson and Rose Isabella Barton (relation of our first Prime Minister, Sir Edmund Barton). Banjo Paterson grew up to be a Journalist, War Correspondent, Author and Bush Poet. He married Alice Emily Walker on 8 April 1903 and had two children – Grace (1904) and Hugh (1905).