meer-ros

Updated: July 28, 2026

Fix anew the quartz-stone keen, Let each shaft upon them tell. Poise your meer-ros, long and sure, Let the kileys whiz and whirl Strangely through the air so pure; Heavy dow-uks at them hurl; Shout the yell they dread to hear. Let the young men leap on high, To avoid the quivering spear; Light of limb and quick of eye, Who sees well has nought to fear.

W. (William) Pridden - Australia, its history and present condition: containing an account both of the bush and of the colonies,: with their respective inhabitants