Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

1. The Spirits For Good 3/27/2010
2. The Spirits Of Our Fathers 3/27/2010
3. The Squatter’s Daughter 3/27/2010
4. The Statue Of Our Queen 3/27/2010
5. The Three Kings [1] 3/27/2010
6. The Three Quiet Gentlemen 3/27/2010
7. The Tracks That Lie By India 3/27/2010
8. The Triumph Of The People 3/27/2010
9. The Two Samaritans And The Tramp 3/27/2010
10. To The Irish Delegates 3/27/2010
11. The Stranded Ship: (The “vincennes”) 3/27/2010
12. The Squatter, Three Cornstalks, And The Well 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. The Two Poets 3/27/2010
16. The Labour Agitator 3/26/2010
17. The Southerly Buster 3/27/2010
18. The Swagman And His Mate 3/27/2010
19. The Stranger's Friend 3/27/2010
20. The Bard Of Furthest Out 3/26/2010
21. The Last Review 3/26/2010
22. The Uncultured Rhymer To His Cultured Critics 3/27/2010
23. The King Of Our Republic 3/26/2010
24. Trouble On The Selection 3/27/2010
25. The Stringy-Bark Tree 3/27/2010
26. The Soul Of A Poet 3/27/2010
27. The First Dingo 3/29/2010
28. The Flour Bin 1/1/2004
29. The King And Queen And I 3/26/2010
30. The Leader And The Bad Girl 3/26/2010
31. The Lady Of The Motor Car 3/26/2010
32. The God-Forgotten Election 3/26/2010
33. The Green-Hand Rouseabout 3/26/2010
34. The Hymn Of The Socialists 3/26/2010
35. The Imported Servant 3/26/2010
36. The Jolly Dead March 3/26/2010
37. The King (Ii) 3/26/2010
38. The Lily Of St Leonards 3/26/2010
39. The Little Czar 3/26/2010
40. The Little Slit In The Tail 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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At The Beating Of A Drum

Fear ye not the stormy future, for the Battle Hymn is strong,
And the armies of Australia shall not march without a song;
The glorious words and music of Australia's song shall come
When her true hearts rush together at the beating of a drum.

We may not be there to hear it – 'twill be written in the night,
And Australia's foes shall fear it in the hour before the fight.
The glorious words and music from a lonely heart shall come
When our sons shall rush to danger at the beating o

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