`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 ...
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 ...
Over there, above the jetty, stands the mansion of the Vardens,With a tennis ground and terrace, and a flagstaff in ...
The shipping-office clerks are 'short,' the manager is gruff-'They cannot make reductions,' and 'the fares are low enough.'They ship us ...
Since as in night's deck-watch ye show,Why, lads, so silent here to me,Your watchmate of times long ago?Once, for all ...
Now all the lovely days are past,The hours of sun and leagues of sea,And starry nights that lay betweenYourself and ...
Saint Brandan, a Scotch abbot, long agoSailed southward with a swarm of monks, to sowThe seeds of true religion - ...
CLIPPER ship, the Pride of Commerce, loading now with hides and wool, Advertised to sail on Monday -- stevedore must ...
OH, we all was tired o' waiting in the spring of eighty-three, When The Duke came up the 'arbour an' ...
THUS seethed unceasing the son of Healfdenewith the woe of these days; not wisest menassuaged his sorrow; too sore the ...
There was an agile sailor ladWho longed to know the bushSo with his swag and billy-canHe said he'd make a ...
FOR the grey-nurse knows the barb-hook As the codfish kens the line, And the bull-whale's blood is fountained Where the ...
I crossed the gangway in the winter's raining,Late in the night, when it was dreary dark;The only sounds the rain's ...
Oh, gaily sings the bird! and the wattle-boughs are stirr'd And rustled by the scented breath of spring; Oh, the ...
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away ...
March! The mud is cakin' good about our trousies. Front! -- eyes front, an' watch the Colour-casin's drip. Front! The ...
OH, gaily sings the bird! and the wattle-boughs are stirred And rustled by the scented breath of Spring; Oh, the ...
Maidens, gather not the yew, Leave the glossy myrtle sleeping; Any lad was born untrue, Never a one is fit ...
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