|
 |
 |
|
|
|
Henry Lawson
|
(1867-1922)
|
-
A Prouder Man Than You
If you fancy that your people came of better stock than mine,
-
After All
The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town;
-
Andy's Gone With Cattle
Our Andy's gone to battle now
-
Australian Bards And Bush Reviewers
While you use your best endeavour to immortalise in verse
-
Ben Duggan
Jack Denver died on Talbragar when Christmas Eve began,
-
Cameron's Heart
The diggings were just in their glory when Alister Cameron came,
-
Cherry- Tree Inn
The rafters are open to sun, moon, and star,
-
Corny Bill
His old clay pipe stuck in his mouth,
-
Dan, The Wreck
Tall, and stout, and solid-looking,
-
Eurunderee
There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not,
-
Faces In The Street
They lie, the men who tell us in a loud decisive tone
-
In The Days When The World Was Wide
The world is narrow and ways are short, and our lives are dull and slow,
-
Jack Dunn of Nevertire
It chanced upon the very day we'd got the shearing done,
-
Knocked Up
I'm lyin' on the barren ground that's baked and cracked with drought,
-
Marshall's Mate
You almost heard the surface bake, and saw the gum-leaves turn --
-
Middleton's Rouseabout
Tall and freckled and sandy,
-
Mount Bukaroo
Only one old post is standing --
-
Out Back
The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought,
-
Past Carin'
Now up and down the siding brown
-
Peter Anderson And Co.
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago,
-
Since Then
I met Jack Ellis in town to-day --
-
Sweeney
It was somewhere in September, and the sun was going down,
-
Taking His Chance
They stood by the door of the Inn on the Rise;
-
The Ballad Of The Drover
Across the stony ridges,
-
The Blue Mountains
Above the ashes straight and tall,
-
The Cambaroora Star
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new
-
The City Bushman
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went,
-
The Drover's Sweetheart
An hour before the sun goes down
-
The Fire At Ross's Farm
The squatter saw his pastures wide
-
The Free-Selector's Daughter
I met her on the Lachlan Side --
-
The Ghost
Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide,
-
The Glass On The Bar
Three bushmen one morning rode up to an inn,
-
The Great Grey Plain
Out West, where the stars are brightest,
-
The Poets Of The Tomb
The world has had enough of bards who wish that they were dead,
-
The Roaring Days
The night too quickly passes
-
The Shame of Going Back
The Shame of Going Back And the reason of your failure isn't anybody's fault --
-
The Shanty On The Rise
When the caravans of wool-teams climbed the ranges from the West,
-
The Sliprails and the Spur
The colours of the setting sun
-
The Song And The Sigh
The creek went down with a broken song,
-
The Song Of Old Joe Swallow
When I was up the country in the rough and early days,
-
The Star of Australasia
We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime;
-
The Teams
A cloud of dust on the long white road,
-
The Vagabond
White handkerchiefs wave from the short black pier
-
The Wreck Of The `Derry Castle'
Day of ending for beginnings!
-
To An Old Mate
Old Mate! In the gusty old weather,
-
Trooper Campbell
One day old Trooper Campbell
-
Up The Country
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went --
-
When The `Army' Prays For Watty
When the kindly hours of darkness, save for light of moon and star,
-
WhenTthe Children Come Home
On a lonely selection far out in the West
-
`For'ard'
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep,
-
`Sez You'
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet,
|
|
|
|
