Henry Lawson Poems

WE WANT the man who will lead the van,
The man who will pioneer.
We have no use for the gentleman,
Or the cheating Cheap-Jack here;
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White handkerchiefs wave from the short black pier
As we glide to the grand old sea --
But the song of my heart is for none to hear
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One day old Trooper Campbell
Rode out to Blackman's Run,
His cap-peak and his sabre
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When his heart is growing bitter and his hair is growing grey,
And he hears the debt-collector knocking several times a day,
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Listen! The end draws nearer,
Nearer the morning—or night—
And I see with a vision clearer
That the beginning was right!
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I met her on the Lachlan Side --
A darling girl I thought her,
And ere I left I swore I'd win
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IT IS New Year’s Day and I rise to state that here on the Sydney side
The Bards have commenced to fill out of late and they’re showing their binjies with pride
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’Twas Eight-Hour Day, and proudly
Old Labour led the way;
The drums were bearing loudly,
The crowded streets were gay;
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Did you see that man riding past,
With shoulders bowed with care?
There’s failure in his eyes to last,
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