Henry Lawson Poems
|482.||Cherry- Tree Inn||12/31/2002|
|483.||When Your Pants Begin To Go||1/3/2003|
|484.||From The Bush||1/1/2004|
|486.||Australian Bards And Bush Reviewers||12/31/2002|
|488.||At The Beating Of A Drum||1/1/2004|
|489.||As Far As Your Rifles Cover||1/1/2004|
|491.||A Bush Girl||3/26/2010|
|492.||A Song Of Brave Men||1/1/2004|
|493.||A Song Of The Republic||1/1/2004|
|497.||A Prouder Man Than You||12/31/2002|
|499.||Faces In The Street||12/31/2002|
|501.||Andy's Gone With Cattle||12/31/2002|
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 ...
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