Henry Lawson

Grenfell, New South Wales
Henry Lawson
Grenfell, New South Wales


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Mostly Slavonic
It was Peter the Barbarian put an apron in his bag
And rolled up the honoured bundle that Australians call a swag;
Dust, dust, dust and a dog –
Oh! The sheep-dog won’t be last.
When the long, long, shadow of the old bay horse
With the shadow of his mate is cast.
I want to be lighting my pipe on deck,
With my baggage safe below—
I want to be free of the crowded quay,
Bound For The Lord-Knows-Where
'Where are you going with your horse and bike,
And the townsfolk still at rest?
Where are you going, with your swag and pack,
The Water Lily
A lonely young wife
In her dreaming discerns
A lily-decked pool
With a border of ferns,
The League Of Nations
Light on the towns and cities, and peace for evermore!
The Big Five met in the world's light as many had met before,
And the future of man is settled and there shall be no more war.
Billy Of Queensland
“Queensland,” he heads his letters—that’s all:
The date, and the month, and the year in brief;
He often sends me a cheerful scrawl,
Young Kings And Old
The Young King fights in the trenches and the Old King fights in the rear—
Because he is old and feeble, and not for a thought of fear.
The Young King fights for the Future, and the Old King fights
Write By Return
Clerk, corresponding,
“Rooster and Comb”,
Here I sit idle
“Thinking of home”;
When you’re suffering hard for your sins, old man,
When you wake to trouble and sleep ill—
Oh, this is the clack of the middle class,
‘Win back the respect of the people!’

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