Henry Lawson Poems

I want to be lighting my pipe on deck,
With my baggage safe below—
I want to be free of the crowded quay,
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'Where are you going with your horse and bike,
And the townsfolk still at rest?
Where are you going, with your swag and pack,
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A lonely young wife
In her dreaming discerns
A lily-decked pool
With a border of ferns,
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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.
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“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,
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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
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Clerk, corresponding,
“Rooster and Comb”,
Here I sit idle
“Thinking of home”;
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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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To the Editor of The Albany Observer

O my prow vas plack mit curses,
Ven I dries to write dose verses;
Ven I dries to write dot boem,
Dot de best was effer been.
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TO my fellow sinners all, who, in hope and doubt,
Through the Commonwealth to-night watch the Old Year out,
New Year’s Resolutions are jerry-built I know,
But I want to say to you, “Give yourselves a show”.
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