Henry Lawson Poems
|481.||When The Bear Comes Back Again||3/27/2010|
|482.||When The Bush Begins To Speak||3/27/2010|
|483.||When The Children Come Home||1/1/2004|
|484.||When The Duke Of Clarence Died||3/27/2010|
|485.||When The Irish Flag Went By||3/27/2010|
|486.||When The Ladies Come To The Shearing Shed||3/27/2010|
|487.||When You’re Bad In Your Inside||3/27/2010|
|488.||When Your Pants Begin To Go||1/3/2003|
|489.||When Your Sins Come Home To Roost||3/27/2010|
|490.||Who’ll Wear The Beaten Colours?||3/27/2010|
|491.||Who’s Dot Pulleteen?||3/27/2010|
|492.||Wide Lies Australia||1/1/2004|
|494.||Will Yer Write It Down For Me?||3/27/2010|
|497.||Write By Return||3/27/2010|
|499.||Written Out ||3/27/2010|
|500.||Years After The War In Australia||3/27/2010|
|501.||Young Kings And Old||3/27/2010|
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 ...
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep,
For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away like sheep, --
They are trav'lers for the most part in a straight 'n' honest path;
But their linen's rather scanty, an' there isn't any bath --
Stowed away like ewes and wethers that is shore 'n' marked 'n' draft.
But the shearers of the shearers always seem to travel aft;
In the cushioned cabins, aft,
With saloons 'n' smoke-rooms, aft --