Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

161. My Land And I 1/1/2004
162. My Literary Friend 3/26/2010
163. My Wife’s Second Husband 3/26/2010
164. Ned’s Delicate Way 3/26/2010
165. Nemesis 3/26/2010
166. Never, Never Land 3/26/2010
167. New Life, New Love 3/26/2010
168. Next Door 3/26/2010
169. Nineteen Nine 3/26/2010
170. O Cupid, Cupid; Get Your Bow! 3/26/2010
171. O'Hara, J.P. 3/26/2010
172. Old North Sydney 3/26/2010
173. Old Stone Chimney 3/26/2010
174. Old Tunes 3/26/2010
175. On Looking Through An Old Punishment Book [at Eurunderee School] 3/26/2010
176. On The March 1/1/2004
177. On The Night Train 1/1/2004
178. On The Summit Of Mt. Clarence 3/29/2010
179. On The Wallaby 1/3/2003
180. One Hundred And Three 3/29/2010
181. Only A Sod 3/29/2010
182. Otherside 3/29/2010
183. Our Mistress And Our Queen 3/29/2010
184. Out Back 12/31/2002
185. Out On The Roofs Of Hell 3/26/2010
186. Outback 1/1/2004
187. Outside 3/29/2010
188. Outside 3/26/2010
189. Over The Ranges And Into The West 3/26/2010
190. Past Carin' 12/31/2002
191. Peddling Round The World 3/26/2010
192. Peter Anderson And Co. 12/31/2002
193. Pigeon Toes 3/26/2010
194. Possum A Lay Of New Chumland 3/29/2010
195. Poverty 3/26/2010
196. Queen Hilda Of Virland 1/1/2004
197. Rain In The Mountains 3/29/2010
198. Reedy River 1/1/2004
199. Rejected 3/26/2010
200. Republican Pioneers 1/1/2004
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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