Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

121. The Lily And The Bee 3/26/2010
122. The Empty Glass 3/26/2010
123. The Ghost At The Second Bridge 3/26/2010
124. The Day Before I Die 3/26/2010
125. The Boss's Boots 3/26/2010
126. The Ballad Of The Rousabout 3/26/2010
127. The Drums Of Battersea 3/26/2010
128. The Men Who Come Behind 3/26/2010
129. The Separated Women 3/27/2010
130. The Tragedy 1/1/2004
131. The Cross-Roads 3/26/2010
132. The Man From Waterloo (With Kind Regards To Banjo) 3/26/2010
133. The Ballad Of Mabel Clare 3/26/2010
134. The Song Of Old Joe Swallow 12/31/2002
135. The Black Tracker (Or: Why He Lost The Track) 3/26/2010
136. The Western Stars 3/27/2010
137. The Drovers 3/26/2010
138. The Bush Fire 3/26/2010
139. The Rush To London 3/27/2010
140. The Old Stockman's Lament 3/26/2010
141. The World Is Full Of Kindness 3/27/2010
142. The Way I Treated Father [a Bush Song] 3/27/2010
143. The Way Of The World 3/27/2010
144. The Waving Of The Red 3/27/2010
145. They Can Only Drag You Down 3/27/2010
146. The Water 3/29/2010
147. The Cockney Soul 1/1/2004
148. The Author's Farewell To The Bushmen 3/26/2010
149. Take It Fightin’ 3/26/2010
150. Tambaroora Jim 3/29/2010
151. Those Foreign Engineers 3/27/2010
152. The Wantaritencant 3/27/2010
153. The Pride That Comes After 3/27/2010
154. The Pink Carnation 3/27/2010
155. Sweethearts Wait On Every Shore 3/26/2010
156. The Army Of The Rear 3/26/2010
157. The Motor Car 3/26/2010
158. The Men Who Made Australia 3/26/2010
159. The Cambaroora Star 12/31/2002
160. The Vote Of Thanks Debate 3/27/2010
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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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 --

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