Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

481. Cherry- Tree Inn 12/31/2002
482. When Your Pants Begin To Go 1/3/2003
483. From The Bush 1/1/2004
484. Up The Country 12/31/2002
485. Australian Engineers 1/1/2004
486. Australian Bards And Bush Reviewers 12/31/2002
487. Freedom On The Wallaby 1/1/2004
488. Borderland 1/1/2004
489. Australia's Peril 1/1/2004
490. At The Beating Of A Drum 1/1/2004
491. As Far As Your Rifles Cover 1/1/2004
492. A Bush Girl 3/26/2010
493. A Song Of Brave Men 1/1/2004
494. `for'Ard' 12/31/2002
495. A Song Of The Republic 1/1/2004
496. Out Back 12/31/2002
497. A Prouder Man Than You 12/31/2002
498. Knocked Up 12/31/2002
499. Faces In The Street 12/31/2002
500. After All 12/31/2002
501. Andy's Gone With Cattle 12/31/2002
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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Eureka

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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