Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

361. Fighting Hard 3/26/2010
362. The Shame Of Going Back 12/31/2002
363. A Word To Texas Jack 3/26/2010
364. My Father-In-Law And I 3/26/2010
365. Old North Sydney 3/26/2010
366. Bourke 3/26/2010
367. When The Ladies Come To The Shearing Shed 3/27/2010
368. Mary Called Him 'Mister' 3/26/2010
369. The Blue Mountains 12/31/2002
370. For He Was A Jolly Good Fellow 3/26/2010
371. Above Crow's Nest [sydney] 3/26/2010
372. Brother, You’ll Take My Hand 3/26/2010
373. As Ireland Wore The Green 3/26/2010
374. Shadows Before 1/1/2004
375. Success 3/29/2010
376. When The Irish Flag Went By 3/27/2010
377. Send Round The Hat 1/1/2004
378. A Word From The Bards 3/26/2010
379. The Free-Selector's Daughter 12/31/2002
380. In The Day's When We Are Dead 3/26/2010
381. An Australian Advertisement 3/26/2010
382. Untitled 3/29/2010
383. Trooper Campbell 12/31/2002
384. The Vagabond 12/31/2002
385. Eurunderee 12/31/2002
386. Australia's Forgotten Flag 3/26/2010
387. Since Then 12/31/2002
388. The Shearers Dream 1/1/2004
389. Above Lavender Bay 3/26/2010
390. Because My Father's One 3/26/2010
391. My Wife’s Second Husband 3/26/2010
392. The Wander-Light 1/1/2004
393. Uncle Harry 1/1/2004
394. On The March 1/1/2004
395. A Study In The 'Nood' 3/26/2010
396. Break O’ Day 3/26/2010
397. Before We Were Married 3/26/2010
398. To Be Amused 1/1/2004
399. In Possum Land 3/29/2010
400. A Dirge Of Joy 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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`for'Ard'


It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep,
For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away like sheep, --
They are trav'lers for the most part in a straight 'n' honest path;
But their linen's rather scanty, an' there isn't any bath --
Stowed away like ewes and wethers that is shore 'n' marked 'n' draft.
But the shearers of the shearers always seem to travel aft;
In the cushioned cabins, aft,
With saloons 'n' smoke-rooms, aft --

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