Henry Lawson Poems on Money & Wealth (59 Poems)

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 a swag;And he tramped from Darkest Russia, that it might be dark no more,Dreaming of a port, and shipping, as … Continue reading →

With Dickens (Henry Lawson Poems)

In Windsor Terrace, number four, I’ve taken my abode-A little crescent from the street, A bight from City Road;And, hard up and in exile, I To many fancies yield;For it was here Micawber lived And David Copperfield. A bed, a table, and a chair, A … Continue reading →

‘Possum’ A Lay of New Chumland (Henry Lawson Poems)

SO YER trav’lin’ for yer pleasure while yer writin’ for the press?An’ yer huntin’ arter “copy”?-well, I’ve heer’d o’ that. I guessYou are gorn ter write a story that is gorn ter be yer best,‘Bout the “blunders an’ advenchers ov … Continue reading →

A Fantasy of War (Henry Lawson Poems)

From Australia.OH, tell me, God of Battles! Oh, say what is to come!The King is in his trenches, the millionaire at home;The Kaiser with his toiling troops, the Czar is at the front.Oh! Tell me, God of Battles! Who bears … Continue reading →

The Fairy West (Henry Lawson Poems)

I.We wrote and sang of a bush we never Had known in youth in the Western land;Of the dear old homes by the shining river, The deep, clear creeks and the hills so grand.The grass waved high on the flat and siding, The … Continue reading →

The Ballad of Mabel Clare (Henry Lawson Poems)

Ye children of the Land of Gold, I sing a song to you,And if the jokes are somewhat old, The main idea is new.So be it sung, by hut and tent, Where tall the native grows;And understand, the song is meant For singing through … Continue reading →

`For’ard’ (Henry Lawson Poems)

It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep,For there’s near a hundred for’ard, and they’re stowed away like sheep, –They are trav’lers for the most part in a straight ‘n’ honest path;But their linen’s rather scanty, an’ there … Continue reading →

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 men who own Australia, but who never knew the Bush, And who could not point their runs out on the map.Oh, … Continue reading →

Antony Villa (Henry Lawson Poems)

Over there, above the jetty, stands the mansion of the Vardens,With a tennis ground and terrace, and a flagstaff in the gardens:They are gentlemen and ladies-they’ve been ‘toffs’ for generations,But old Varden’s been unlucky-lost a lot in speculations.Troubles gathered fast … Continue reading →

The Spirits of Our Fathers (Henry Lawson Poems)

THE SPIRITS of our fathers rise not from every wave,They left the sea behind them long ago;It was many years of “slogging,” where strong men must be brave,For the sake of unborn children, and, maybe, a soul to save,And the … Continue reading →