Poetry

The Last Bushranger

(The Ballad of Harry Power) Gather round me children and hear my tale sit with me for an hour and I’ll tell you the story of the last bushranger by the name of Harry Power. Harry was broad-shouldered in his oilskin coat in his grey beard he looked older with a double-barrelled shotgun in his good right hand in his left a muzzleloader. Harry Power turned a fugitive when he escaped from Pentridge gaol he fled to his gunyah in the King River Valley with the troopers on his trail. Harry robbed the house of a Christian woman she started…

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