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Henry Lawson

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

Poems of Henry Lawson

61. Brighten’s Sister-In-Law [or The Carrier's Story] 3/26/2010
62. Broken Axletree 3/29/2010
63. Brother, You’ll Take My Hand 3/26/2010
64. Bush Hay 3/29/2010
65. But What's The Use 3/26/2010
66. By Hut, Homestead And Shearing Shed, 3/26/2010
67. Callaghan's Hotel 3/26/2010
68. Cameron's Heart 12/31/2002
69. Captain Von Esson of the “Sebastopol” 3/29/2010
70. Caricatures 3/29/2010
71. Charley Turner 3/29/2010
72. Cherry- Tree Inn 12/31/2002
73. Cinderella 3/26/2010
74. Clinging Back 3/26/2010
75. Constable M‘Carty’s Investigations 3/26/2010
76. Coomera 3/26/2010
77. Corny Bill 12/31/2002
78. Cromwell 3/26/2010
79. Cypher Seven [07] 3/26/2010
80. Dan Wasn’t Thrown from His Horse 3/26/2010

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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