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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,