Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

241. Johnson, Alias Crow 3/26/2010
242. Give Yourself A Show: New Year's Eve 3/26/2010
243. Young Kings And Old 3/27/2010
244. Write By Return 3/27/2010
245. Who’s Dot Pulleteen? 3/27/2010
246. To-Morrow 3/27/2010
247. Billy Of Queensland 3/29/2010
248. Sydney-Side 3/26/2010
249. Shearers Dream 3/26/2010
250. The League Of Nations 1/1/2004
251. Mostly Slavonic 3/26/2010
252. Hawkers 3/26/2010
253. Outside 3/29/2010
254. Bound For The Lord-Knows-Where 3/29/2010
255. Ruth 3/26/2010
256. Captain Von Esson Of The “sebastopol” 3/29/2010
257. To Tom Bracken 3/27/2010
258. Years After The War In Australia 3/27/2010
259. For All The Land To See: A Song Of The Tools 3/26/2010
260. Written Afterwards 3/27/2010
261. John Cornstalk 3/26/2010
262. Old Tunes 3/26/2010
263. Our Mistress And Our Queen 3/29/2010
264. Written Out [1] 3/27/2010
265. O Cupid, Cupid; Get Your Bow! 3/26/2010
266. Billys 'square Affair' 3/26/2010
267. The Ships That Won'T Go Down 1/1/2004
268. Grace Jennings Carmicheal 3/26/2010
269. I’m An Older Man Than You 3/26/2010
270. I'D Back Again The World 3/26/2010
271. To Jim 3/27/2010
272. Down The River 3/26/2010
273. To Jack 3/27/2010
274. Broken Axletree 3/29/2010
275. Dawgs Of War 3/26/2010
276. Lake Eliza 3/26/2010
277. Let’s Be Fools To-Night 3/26/2010
278. Watching The Crows 3/27/2010
279. Bush Hay 3/29/2010
280. To A Pair Of Blucher Boots 3/27/2010

Comments about Henry Lawson

  • Chezz Lr (12/24/2005 9:07:00 PM)

    where is the waterlilly? ..... i cant find the poem 'The Water-Lilly' does any one know where i could find it?

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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 ...

Read the full of Andy's Gone With Cattle


Roll up, Eureka's heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar,
For Lalor's gone to join you in the big camp where you are;
Roll up and give him welcome such as only diggers can,
For well he battled for the rights of miner and of Man.
In that bright golden country that lies beyond our sight,
The record of his honest life shall be his Miner's Right;
But many a bearded mouth shall twitch, and many a tear be shed,
And many a grey old digger sigh to hear that Lalor's dead.
Yet wipe your eyes, old fos

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