Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

201. Sheoaks That Sigh When The Wind Is Still 3/26/2010
202. In The Height Of Fashion 3/26/2010
203. When You’re Bad In Your Inside 3/27/2010
204. The Christ Of The 'Never' 1/1/2004
205. Lily 3/26/2010
206. Old Tunes 3/26/2010
207. Skaal 3/26/2010
208. Skeleton Flat 3/26/2010
209. Said The Kaiser To The Spy 3/26/2010
210. Heed Not! 3/26/2010
211. Unwritten Books 3/27/2010
212. Statue Of Robert Burns 3/29/2010
213. Only A Sod 3/29/2010
214. The Voice From Over Yonder 3/27/2010
215. That There Dog O' Mine 3/26/2010
216. O Cupid, Cupid; Get Your Bow! 3/26/2010
217. Mary Lemaine 3/26/2010
218. Billys 'square Affair' 3/26/2010
219. To Show What A Man Can Do 3/27/2010
220. When The Bear Comes Back Again 3/27/2010
221. I’m An Older Man Than You 3/26/2010
222. I'D Back Again The World 3/26/2010
223. Macleay Street And Red Rock Lane 3/26/2010
224. The Paroo 1/1/2004
225. The Shanty On The Rise 12/31/2002
226. Everyone's Friend 3/29/2010
227. Jack Cornstalk As A Lover 3/26/2010
228. When I Was King 3/27/2010
229. Kerosine Bay 3/26/2010
230. Jack Cornstalk In His Teens 3/26/2010
231. Cromwell 3/26/2010
232. Dan Wasn’t Thrown From His Horse 3/26/2010
233. Jack Cornstalk As A Drover 3/26/2010
234. Hannah Thomburn 3/26/2010
235. He Mourned His Master 3/26/2010
236. Ned’s Delicate Way 3/26/2010
237. Charley Turner 3/29/2010
238. To Victor Daley 3/27/2010
239. The Separation 3/27/2010
240. The Song And The Sigh 12/31/2002
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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`for'Ard'


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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