Henry Lawson Poems
|481.||Cherry- Tree Inn||12/31/2002|
|482.||Freedom On The Wallaby||1/1/2004|
|483.||When Your Pants Begin To Go||1/3/2003|
|484.||From The Bush||1/1/2004|
|485.||Up The Country||12/31/2002|
|487.||Australian Bards And Bush Reviewers||12/31/2002|
|489.||At The Beating Of A Drum||1/1/2004|
|490.||As Far As Your Rifles Cover||1/1/2004|
|492.||A Song Of Brave Men||1/1/2004|
|493.||A Song Of The Republic||1/1/2004|
|494.||A Bush Girl||3/26/2010|
|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 ...
"Like clouds o'er the South are the nations who reign
On fair islands that we would command;
But clouds that are darker and denser than these
Have sailed from an Isle in the Northern Seas
And rest on our Southern Land.
Low in dust is our Goddess of Liberty hurled
At our feet, and the time is at hand,
When we, the proud sons of the southern world,