Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

441. Fighting Hard 3/26/2010
442. On The Wallaby 1/3/2003
443. Ballad Of The Drover 3/26/2010
444. In The Storm That Is To Come 1/1/2004
445. Sweeney 12/31/2002
446. Andy's Return 3/26/2010
447. Marshall's Mate 12/31/2002
448. Scots Of The Riverina 1/3/2003
449. A Backward Glance 3/26/2010
450. A May Night On The Mountains 3/26/2010
451. On The Night Train 1/1/2004
452. How The Land Was Won 1/1/2004
453. To An Old Mate 12/31/2002
454. When The Children Come Home 1/1/2004
455. Fall In, My Men, Fall In 1/1/2004
456. Middleton's Rouseabout 12/31/2002
457. The Ballad Of The Drover 12/31/2002
458. Here Died 1/1/2004
459. When The `army' Prays For Watty 12/31/2002
460. The Roaring Days 12/31/2002
461. Dan, The Wreck 12/31/2002
462. In The Days When The World Was Wide 12/31/2002
463. Waratah And Wattle 1/1/2004
464. Outback 1/1/2004
465. The Glass On The Bar 12/31/2002
466. To Hannah 1/3/2003
467. The Ghost 12/31/2002
468. Ben Duggan 12/31/2002
469. Wide Lies Australia 1/1/2004
470. Jack Dunn Of Nevertire 12/31/2002
471. Every Man Should Have A Rifle 1/1/2004
472. Wide Spaces 1/1/2004
473. Black Bonnet 1/3/2003
474. He’s Gone To England For A Wife 3/26/2010
475. Above Eurunderee 1/1/2004
476. For Australia 1/1/2004
477. Corny Bill 12/31/2002
478. Cameron's Heart 12/31/2002
479. Past Carin' 12/31/2002
480. Eureka 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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Shadows Before

"Like clouds o'er the South are the nations who reign
On fair islands that we would command;
But clouds that are darker and denser than these
Have sailed from an Isle in the Northern Seas
And rest on our Southern Land.

Low in dust is our Goddess of Liberty hurled
At our feet, and the time is at hand,
When we, the proud sons of the southern world,

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