Edward Harrington Night Poems

  • 1.
    When Morgan crossed the Murray to Peechelba and doom
    A sombre silent shadow rode with him through the gloom.
    The wild things of the forest slunk from the outlaw's track,
    The boobook croaked a warning, "Go back, go back, go back!"
    ...
  • 2.
    By jove itâ??s hot on the track today, my flannel is soaked with sweat.
    I think Iâ??ll sit in the shade a bit and wait for the sun to set.
    I know of a decent camping place by the river beyond the town,
    And Iâ??d rather carry my swag through there after the sun goes down.
    ...
  • 3.
    I camped one night in an empty hut on the side of a lonely hill.
    I didnâ??t go much on empty huts, but the night was awful chill.
    So I boiled me billy and had me tea and seen that the door was shut.
    Then I went to bed in am empty bunk by the side of the old slab shed.
    ...
  • 4.
    The old man sat upon his swag his eyes were red and bleared.
    I doubt he-d had a wash for days or even combed his beard.
    He cadged my pouch and filled his pipe and calmly blew a cloud
    -Some blokes ain-t got no pride- he said, -but I was always proud.
    ...
Total 4 Night Poems by Edward Harrington

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Joanne: Debra Kells, the Edward Harrington poem you seek can be found on Trove, the National Library of Australia's database. It was first published in The Bulletin magazine in the 1930s.
Debra Kells: Recently I heard a poem written by Edward Harrington and it was called "Cats on the Roof", I was wondering if you could send me the words to that poem in particular please. I found myself having a good giggle at this one and would love to read it again. It is difficult to find and at this stage have not had any luck in finding it.

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