Henry Lawson Poems
|482.||Freedom On The Wallaby||1/1/2004|
|484.||A Song Of Brave Men||1/1/2004|
|487.||At The Beating Of A Drum||1/1/2004|
|488.||The City Bushman||12/31/2002|
|493.||A Song Of The Republic||1/1/2004|
|494.||A Prouder Man Than You||12/31/2002|
|495.||From The Bush||1/1/2004|
|497.||Up The Country||12/31/2002|
|498.||A Bush Girl||3/26/2010|
|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 ...
The Cambaroora Star
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new
To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy little screw;
You are young and educated, and a clever chap you are,
But you'll never run a paper like the CAMBAROORA STAR.
Though in point of education I am nothing but a dunce,
I myself -- you mayn't believe it -- helped to run a paper once
With a chap on Cambaroora, by the name of Charlie Brown,
And I'll tell you all about it if you'll take the story down.