Explore "Collected Poetry" by Andrew Barton Paterson on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
It was the Bondi golfing man / Drove off from the golf house tee, / And he had taken his little daughter / To bear him company.
-"Oh, Father, why do you swing the club / And flourish it such a lot?" / "You watch it fly o'er the fences high!" / And he tried with a brassey shot.