Borderland (Henry Lawson Poem)
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled ...
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
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The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought, The cheque was spent that the ...
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I. If It be pleasant to look on, stalled in the packed serai, Does not the Young Man try Its ...
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RIGHT, sir! your text I'll prove it true, Tho' heretics may laugh; For instance, there's yourself just now, God knows, ...
So you're back from up the country, Mister Lawson, where you went, And you're cursing all the business in a ...
Well, I've waited mighty patient while they all came rolling in, Mister Lawson, Mister Dyson, and the others of their ...
Now look, you see, it's this way like, You cross the broken bridge And run the crick down till you ...
Beyond the land where Leichhardt went, Beyond Sturt's Western track, The rolling tide of change has sent Some strange J.P.'s ...
Oh, there's some that breeds the Devon that's as solid as a stone, And there's some that breeds the brindle ...
'Twas in scientific circles That the great Professor Brown Had a world-wide reputation As a writer of renown. He had ...
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As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
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In long gone years a fox and crane Were bound in friendship's golden chain; Whene'er they met, the fox would ...
The little pansies by the road have turned Away their purple faces and their gold, And evening has taken all ...
I was but a half-grown boy, You were a girl-child slight. Ah, how weary you were! You had led in ...
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