Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DEATH OF MORGAN, by ANONYMOUS First Line: Throughout australian history no tongue or pen can tell Last Line: "remember this, how true it is, bushranging hath no charms!" Subject(s): Crimes & Criminals;grief;hunting;murder; Sorrow;sadness;hunters | ||||||||
THROUGHOUT Australian history no tongue or pen can tell Of such preconcerted treacherythere is no parallel As the tragic deed of Morgan's death; without warning he was shot On Peechelba station, it will never be forgot. I have oft-times heard of murders in Australia's golden land, But such an open daylight scene of thirty in a band, Assembled at the dawn of day, and then to separate, Behind the trees, some on their knees, awaiting Morgan's fate. Too busy was the servant-maid; she trotted half the night From Macpherson's down to Rutherford's the tidings to recite. A messenger was sent away who for his neck had no regard, He returned with a troop of traps in hopes of their reward. But they were all disappointed; McQuinlan was the man Who fired from his rifle and shot rebellious Dan. Concealed he stood behind a tree till his victim came in view, And as Morgan passed his doom was castthe unhappy man he slew. There was a rush for trophies, soon as the man was dead; They cut off his beard, his ears, and the hair from off his head. In truth it was a hideous sight as he struggled on the ground, They tore the clothes from off his back and exposed the fatal wound. Oh, Morgan was the travellers' friend; the squatters all rejoice That the outlaw's life is at an end, no more they'll hear his voice. Success attend all highwaymen who do the poor some good; But my curse attend a treacherous man who'd shed another's blood. Farewell to Burke, O'Meally, Young Gilbert and Ben Hall, Likewise to Daniel Morgan, who fell by rifle-ball; So all young men be warned and never take up arms, Remember this, how true it is, bushranging hath no charms! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAMENT OF QUARRY by LEONIE ADAMS KILLDEER by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE YOUNG FOWLER THAT MISTOOK HIS GAME by PHILIP AYRES A POEM ABOUT THE HOUNDS AND THE HARES by LISEL MUELLER TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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