Mostly Slavonic (Henry Lawson Poems)
I.-Peter MichaelovIt was Peter the Barbarian put an apron in his bagAnd rolled up the honoured bundle that Australians call ...
Henry Lawson Poems on English (14 Poems)
The Men Who Made Australia (Henry Lawson Poems)
There'll be royal times in Sydney for the Cuff and Collar Push, There'll be lots of dreary drivel and clap-trapFrom the ...
Dawgs of War (Henry Lawson Poems)
Comes the British bulldog first-solid as a log-He's so ugly in repose that he's a handsome dog;Full of mild benevolence ...
Cromwell (Henry Lawson Poems)
They took dead Cromwell from his grave, And stuck his head on high;The Merry Monarch and his men, They laughed as they ...
The Drums of Battersea (Henry Lawson Poems)
They can't hear in West o' London, where the worst dine with the best-Deaf to all save lies and laughter, ...
Keeping His First Wife Now (Henry Lawson Poems)
IT'S OH! for a rivet in marriage bonds, And a splice in the knot untied-The sanctity of the marriage tie Is growing ...
Do You Think That I Do Not Know? (Henry Lawson Poems)
They say that I never have written of love,As a writer of songs should do;They say that I never could ...
Australia’s Peril [The Warning] (Henry Lawson Poems)
We must suffer, husband and father, we must suffer, daughter and son,For the wrong we have taken part in and ...
A New John Bull (Henry Lawson Poems)
A tall, slight, English gentleman, With an eyeglass to his eye;He mostly says "Good-Bai" to you, When he means to say "Good-bye";He ...
The King of our Republic (Henry Lawson Poems)
He is coming! He is coming! without heralds, without cheers.He is coming! He is coming! and he's been with us ...
Peter Anderson And Co. (Henry Lawson Poem)
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.', ...
The Wander-Light (Henry Lawson Poem)
And they heard the tent-poles clatter, And the fly in twain was torn - 'Tis the soiled rag of a ...
The Never-Never Country (Henry Lawson Poem)
By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach, and track -- By lonely graves of our brave dead, Up-Country and ...
Australia’s Peril (Henry Lawson Poems)
We must suffer, husband and father, we must suffer, daughter and son, For the wrong we have taken part in ...