Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

41. The Little Slit In The Tail 3/26/2010
42. The Men Who Live It Down 3/26/2010
43. The Men Who Made Bad Matches 3/26/2010
44. The Mountain Splitter 3/26/2010
45. The Battling Days 3/26/2010
46. The Bill Of The Ages 3/26/2010
47. The Briny Grave 3/26/2010
48. The Bulletin Hotel 3/26/2010
49. The Bursting Of The Boom 3/26/2010
50. The Bush Beyond The Range 3/26/2010
51. The Cab Lamps 3/26/2010
52. The Captains 3/26/2010
53. The Country Girl 3/26/2010
54. The Drums Of Ages 3/26/2010
55. The Fairy West 3/26/2010
56. The Firing-Line 3/26/2010
57. The Foreign Drunk 3/26/2010
58. The Friends Of Fallen Fortunes 3/26/2010
59. The Gathering Of The Brown-Eyed 3/26/2010
60. The Gentlemen Of Dickens 3/26/2010
61. The Skyline Riders 3/27/2010
62. The Sleeping Beauty 3/27/2010
63. The Song Of A Prison 3/27/2010
64. The Scamps 3/27/2010
65. The Scots [a Dirge] 3/27/2010
66. The Seabolt's Volunteers 3/27/2010
67. The Secret Whisky Cure 3/27/2010
68. The Old, Old Story And The New Order 3/26/2010
69. The Patriotic League 3/27/2010
70. The Patteran 3/27/2010
71. The Peace Maker 3/27/2010
72. The Port O'Call 3/27/2010
73. The Rovers 3/27/2010
74. The Unknown God 3/27/2010
75. The Flag Of Our Destinies 3/29/2010
76. The Soldier Birds 3/29/2010
77. When The Duke Of Clarence Died 3/27/2010
78. With Dickens 3/27/2010
79. The Ballad Of The Elder Son 3/26/2010
80. That Great Waiting Silence 3/26/2010
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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At The Beating Of A Drum

Fear ye not the stormy future, for the Battle Hymn is strong,
And the armies of Australia shall not march without a song;
The glorious words and music of Australia's song shall come
When her true hearts rush together at the beating of a drum.

We may not be there to hear it – 'twill be written in the night,
And Australia's foes shall fear it in the hour before the fight.
The glorious words and music from a lonely heart shall come
When our sons shall rush to danger at the beating o

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