Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

281. Jack Cornstalk 3/26/2010
282. Barta 3/26/2010
283. To Jack 3/27/2010
284. Broken Axletree 3/29/2010
285. Dawgs Of War 3/26/2010
286. Let’s Be Fools To-Night 3/26/2010
287. Lake Eliza 3/26/2010
288. Watching The Crows 3/27/2010
289. Bush Hay 3/29/2010
290. To A Pair Of Blucher Boots 3/27/2010
291. Gipsy Too 3/26/2010
292. My Literary Friend 3/26/2010
293. Rain In The Mountains 3/29/2010
294. O'Hara, J.P. 3/26/2010
295. Gettin Back 3/26/2010
296. Clinging Back 3/26/2010
297. Jack Cornstalk As A Drover 3/26/2010
298. Rise Ye! Rise Ye! 3/26/2010
299. Here's Luck 3/26/2010
300. Kangaroo Power 3/26/2010
301. Say Goodbye When Your Chum Is Married 3/26/2010
302. Over The Ranges And Into The West 3/26/2010
303. He Had So Much Work To Do 3/26/2010
304. Rewi To Grey: The Old Maori Chief’s Last Message 3/26/2010
305. Caricatures 3/29/2010
306. Knockin' Around 3/26/2010
307. Keeping His First Wife Now 3/26/2010
308. Possum A Lay Of New Chumland 3/29/2010
309. Ben Boyd's Tower 3/26/2010
310. Who’ll Wear The Beaten Colours? 3/27/2010
311. To “doc” Wylie 3/27/2010
312. To My Friends 3/27/2010
313. The Song Of The Darling River 1/3/2003
314. Lay Your Ears Back And Fight 3/26/2010
315. Advertisement For Hean’s Essence 3/26/2010
316. Gs [or The Fourth Cook] 3/26/2010
317. Jack Cornstalk As A Poet 3/26/2010
318. When Your Sins Come Home To Roost 3/27/2010
319. Sacred To The Memory Of “unknown” 3/26/2010
320. Brighten’s Sister-In-Law [or The Carrier's Story] 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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The Cambaroora Star


So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new
To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy little screw;
You are young and educated, and a clever chap you are,
But you'll never run a paper like the CAMBAROORA STAR.
Though in point of education I am nothing but a dunce,
I myself -- you mayn't believe it -- helped to run a paper once
With a chap on Cambaroora, by the name of Charlie Brown,
And I'll tell you all about it if you'll take the story down.

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