They sent us from Coorong and Cooper The pick of the Wallaby Track To serve us as gunner and trooper, To serve us as charger and hack; From Budgeribar to Blanchewater They rifled the guns of the West, That whatever his fate in the slaughter, A man might ride home on the best. We dealt with the distant Dominion, We bought in the far Argentine; The worth of our buyers ' opinion Is proved to the hilt in the line; The Clydes from the edge of the heather, The Shires from the heart of the grass, And the Punches are pulling together The guns where the conquerors pass. So come with us, buckskin and sorrel, And come with us , skewbald and bay: Your country's girth-deep in the quarrel, Your honor is roped to the fray; Where flanks of your comrades are foaming 'Neath saddle and trace-chain and band, We look for the kings of Wyoming To speak for the sage-brush and sand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE THE FLOWERS OF FRIENDSHIP FADED FADED: 21 by GERTRUDE STEIN DON JUAN IN HELL by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE A HYMN [TO THE NAME AND] IN HONOR OF SAINT TERESA by RICHARD CRASHAW THE CAPTAIN; A LEGEND OF THE NAVY by ALFRED TENNYSON WINTER WATER by KENNETH SLADE ALLING PHAENOMENA: WHEN JUSTICE DWELT ON EARTH by ARATUS |