Henry Lawson

(17 June 1867 – 2 September 1922 / Grenfell, New South Wales)

Henry Lawson Poems

1. The King Of Our Republic 3/26/2010
2. The Labour Agitator 3/26/2010
3. The Squatter’s Daughter 3/27/2010
4. The Statue Of Our Queen 3/27/2010
5. The Spirits For Good 3/27/2010
6. The Spirits Of Our Fathers 3/27/2010
7. The Three Kings [1] 3/27/2010
8. The Two Poets 3/27/2010
9. The Two Samaritans And The Tramp 3/27/2010
10. The Tracks That Lie By India 3/27/2010
11. The Squatter, Three Cornstalks, And The Well 3/27/2010
12. The Stranded Ship: (The “vincennes”) 3/27/2010
13. The Song Of The Waste-Paper Basket 3/27/2010
14. The Sorrows Of A Simple Bard 3/27/2010
15. To The Irish Delegates 3/27/2010
16. The Three Quiet Gentlemen 3/27/2010
17. The Triumph Of The People 3/27/2010
18. The Swagman And His Mate 3/27/2010
19. The Soul Of A Poet 3/27/2010
20. The Southerly Buster 3/27/2010
21. The Stranger's Friend 3/27/2010
22. The Bard Of Furthest Out 3/26/2010
23. The Uncultured Rhymer To His Cultured Critics 3/27/2010
24. Trouble On The Selection 3/27/2010
25. The Stringy-Bark Tree 3/27/2010
26. The First Dingo 3/29/2010
27. The Last Review 3/26/2010
28. The Flour Bin 1/1/2004
29. The King And Queen And I 3/26/2010
30. The Lily Of St Leonards 3/26/2010
31. The Little Czar 3/26/2010
32. The Little Native Rose 3/26/2010
33. The Little Slit In The Tail 3/26/2010
34. The Men Who Live It Down 3/26/2010
35. The Men Who Made Bad Matches 3/26/2010
36. The Mountain Splitter 3/26/2010
37. The Leader And The Bad Girl 3/26/2010
38. The Lady Of The Motor Car 3/26/2010
39. The Jolly Dead March 3/26/2010
40. The King (Ii) 3/26/2010
Best Poem of Henry Lawson

Andy's Gone With Cattle

Our Andy's gone to battle now
'Gainst Drought, the red marauder;
Our Andy's gone with cattle now
Across the Queensland border.

He's left us in dejection now;
Our hearts with him are roving.
It's dull on this selection now,
Since Andy went a-droving.

Who now shall wear the cheerful face
In times when things are slackest?
And who shall whistle round the place
When Fortune frowns her blackest?

Oh, who shall cheek the squatter now
When he comes round us snarling?
His tongue is growing hotter now
Since Andy ...

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It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep,
For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away like sheep, --
They are trav'lers for the most part in a straight 'n' honest path;
But their linen's rather scanty, an' there isn't any bath --
Stowed away like ewes and wethers that is shore 'n' marked 'n' draft.
But the shearers of the shearers always seem to travel aft;
In the cushioned cabins, aft,
With saloons 'n' smoke-rooms, aft --

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