Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

81. The Alleys 3/26/2010
82. The Star Of Australasia 12/31/2002
83. The New Chum Jackeroo 3/29/2010
84. The Other Gum 3/26/2010
85. The Boss Over The Board 3/26/2010
86. The Legend Of Mammon Castle 3/26/2010
87. The Light On The Wreck 3/26/2010
88. The Legend Of Cooee Gully 3/26/2010
89. The Horse And Cart Ferry 3/26/2010
90. The King [ I ] 3/26/2010
91. The Good Old Concertina 3/26/2010
92. The Old Mile-Tree 3/26/2010
93. The Men Who Stuck To Me 3/26/2010
94. The March Of Ivan 3/26/2010
95. The Memories They Bring 3/26/2010
96. The Black Bordered Letter 3/26/2010
97. The Beauty And The Dude 3/26/2010
98. The Federal City 3/26/2010
99. The Passing Of Scotty 3/27/2010
100. The Pavement Stones :A Song Of The Unemployed 3/27/2010
101. The Route March 3/27/2010
102. The Rebel 3/27/2010
103. The Shakedown On The Floor 3/27/2010
104. The Women Of The Town 3/27/2010
105. The Seabolt's Volunteers 3/29/2010
106. The Bards Who Lived At Manly 3/26/2010
107. The Australian Marseillaise 3/26/2010
108. Callaghan's Hotel 3/26/2010
109. The Little Czar 3/26/2010
110. The Men Who Sleep With Danger 3/26/2010
111. The Drunkard's Vision 3/26/2010
112. The Emigration To New Zealand 3/26/2010
113. The Distant Drum 3/26/2010
114. The Bonny Port Of Sydney 3/26/2010
115. The Brass Well 3/26/2010
116. The Rose 3/27/2010
117. The Prime Of Life 3/27/2010
118. The Outside Track 3/26/2010
119. The Boss's Boots 3/26/2010
120. The Day Before I Die 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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Shadows Before

"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,

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