Henry Lawson Poems
- Andy's Gone With Cattle Our Andy's gone to battle now ...
- After All The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone...
- Faces In The Street They lie, the men who tell us in a loud...
- Knocked Up I'm lyin' on the barren ground that's baked and ...
- A Prouder Man Than You If you fancy that your people came ...
- Out Back The old year went, and the new returned, in the ...
- `for'Ard' It is stuffy in the steerage where the ...
Henry Lawson was an Australian writer and poet. Along with his contemporary Banjo Paterson, Lawson is among the best-known Australian poets and fiction writers of the colonial period and is often called Australia's "greatest writer". He was the son of the poet, publisher and feminist Louisa Lawson.
Henry Lawson was born in a town on the Grenfell goldfields of New South Wales. His father was Niels Herzberg Larsen, a Norwegian-born miner who went to sea at 21, arrived in Melbourne in 1855 to join the gold rush. Lawson's parents met at the goldfields of Pipeclay (now Eurunderee, New South Wales) Niels and Louisa married on 7 July 1866; he was 32 and ... more »
Click here to add this poet to your My Favorite Poets.
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 ...