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

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