The Heart of the Swag (Henry Lawson Poems)
Oh, the track through the scrub groweth ever more dreary, And lower and lower his grey head doth bow;For the swagman ...
Oh, the track through the scrub groweth ever more dreary, And lower and lower his grey head doth bow;For the swagman ...
Thus it happened .... Let me mention, lest I raise an unsought quarrel, This occurred in times long vanished, in ...
Brothers!You .... with but a sixpence in your pocket, and you with half a "quid," and you with a ...
PLAY it across the table. What if we steal this city blind? If they want any thing let 'em nail ...
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