Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

401. Brother, You’ll Take My Hand 3/26/2010
402. The Men We Might Have Been 1/3/2003
403. The Iron Wedding Rings 1/1/2004
404. A Mixed Battle Song 3/26/2010
405. A Fantasy Of War 3/26/2010
406. A Derry On A Cove 3/26/2010
407. Reedy River 1/1/2004
408. The Lights Of Cobb & Co. 1/1/2004
409. The Old Bark School 1/1/2004
410. A Little Mistake 3/26/2010
411. A Voice From The City 3/26/2010
412. The Never-Never Country 1/3/2003
413. Sez You 1/1/2004
414. In The Street 1/1/2004
415. A New John Bull 3/26/2010
416. A Dan Yell 3/26/2010
417. The Bush Girl 1/1/2004
418. On The March 1/1/2004
419. 39 3/29/2010
420. Mount Bukaroo 12/31/2002
421. Peter Anderson And Co. 12/31/2002
422. A Dirge Of Joy 3/26/2010
423. Said Grenfell To My Spirit 1/1/2004
424. A Slight Misunderstanding At The Jasper Gate 3/26/2010
425. One Hundred And Three 3/29/2010
426. Republican Pioneers 1/1/2004
427. The Sliprails And The Spur 12/31/2002
428. The Wreck Of The `derry Castle' 12/31/2002
429. I'Ll Tell You What You Wanderers 1/1/2004
430. When Hopes Ran High 3/27/2010
431. A Mate Can Do No Wrong 3/26/2010
432. The City Bushman 12/31/2002
433. The Song Of Australia 1/1/2004
434. The Glass On The Bar 12/31/2002
435. Cinderella 3/26/2010
436. As Good As New 3/26/2010
437. The Heart Of Australia 1/1/2004
438. Andy's Return 3/26/2010
439. Poverty 3/26/2010
440. On The Wallaby 1/3/2003

Comments about Henry Lawson

  • Chezz Lr (12/24/2005 9:07:00 PM)

    where is the waterlilly? ..... i cant find the poem 'The Water-Lilly' does any one know where i could find it?

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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 ...

Read the full of Andy's Gone With Cattle

`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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