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Henry Lawson (17 June 1867 – 2 September 1922 / Grenfell, New South Wales)
Poems of Henry Lawson
| 81. | Dan, The Wreck | 12/31/2002 |
| 82. | Dawgs of War | 3/26/2010 |
| 83. | Divorced | 3/26/2010 |
| 84. | Do You Think That I Do Not Know? | 3/26/2010 |
| 85. | Down the River | 3/26/2010 |
| 86. | Eureka | 1/1/2004 |
| 87. | Eurunderee | 12/31/2002 |
| 88. | Every Man Should have a Rifle | 1/1/2004 |
| 89. | Everyone's Friend | 3/26/2010 |
| 90. | Everyone's Friend | 3/29/2010 |
| 91. | Faces In The Street | 12/31/2002 |
| 92. | Fall In, My Men, Fall In | 1/1/2004 |
| 93. | Fall In, My Men, Fall In | 3/29/2010 |
| 94. | Fighting Hard | 3/26/2010 |
| 95. | For all the Land to See: A Song of the Tools | 3/26/2010 |
| 96. | For Australia | 1/1/2004 |
| 97. | For He Was a Jolly Good Fellow | 3/26/2010 |
| 98. | For'ard | 1/1/2004 |
| 99. | Foreign Lands | 3/26/2010 |
| 100. | Freedom on the Wallaby | 1/1/2004 |
Eureka
Roll up, Eureka's heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar,
For Lalor's gone to join you in the big camp where you are;
Roll up and give him welcome such as only diggers can,
For well he battled for the rights of miner and of Man.
In that bright golden country that lies beyond our sight,
The record of his honest life shall be his Miner's Right;
But many a bearded mouth shall twitch, and many a tear be shed,
And many a grey old digger sigh to hear that Lalor's dead.
Yet wipe your eyes, old fos
