The Boss’s Boots (Henry Lawson Poems)
The Shearers squint along the pens, they squint along the 'shoots;'The shearers squint along the board to catch the Boss's ...
The Shearers squint along the pens, they squint along the 'shoots;'The shearers squint along the board to catch the Boss's ...
HE LONGED to be a Back-Blocks Bard, And fame he wished to win-He wrote at night and studied hard (He read The ...
Bill and Jim are mates no longer-they would scorn the name of mate-Those two bushmen hate each other with a ...
By hut, homestead and shearing shed,By railroad, coach and track-By lonely graves where rest the dead,Up-Country and Out-Back:To where beneath ...
By hut, homestead and shearing shed,By railroad, coach and track-By lonely graves where rest the dead,Up-Country and Out-Back:To where beneath ...
In the parlour of the shanty where the lives have all gone wrong,When a singer or reciter gives a story ...
BLACKSOIL PLAINS were grey soil, grey soil in the drought.Fifteen years away, and five hundred miles out;Swag and bag and ...
Becos a crook done in a prince, an' narked an Emperor, An' struck a light that set the world aflame;Becos ...
The heat haze veiled the distant hills, the white clouds floated high,Drifting in slow content across the blue Australian sky;And ...
Dreamin'? I sez to Digger Smith. "Buck up, ole sport, an' smile.Ain't there enough uv joy to-dayTo drive the bogey ...
When I'm sittin' in me dug-out, with me rifle on me knees, An' a yowlin', 'owlin' chorus comes a-floatin' up ...
When Allenby's Army smashed the TurkWho was the bloke who did all the workThe Aussie knows and he'll tell you ...
I got dreamin' that a message come in some mysterious way From one ole pal of mine, gone West this ...
Don't yeh hear them callin, to yeh, callin' to yeh, lad? Where the skyline's smeared an' grey with cannon smoke,There's ...
There's many a man who rides today In the lonely, far out-back;There's many a man who makes his way ...
A letter from "The East" it came today,And all the house is lightened of its gloom:A sun-browned desert wind through ...
The world is narrow and ways are short, and our lives are dull and slow, For little is new where ...
I met Jack Ellis in town to-day -- Jack Ellis -- my old mate, Jack -- Ten years ago, from ...
By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach, and track -- By lonely graves of our brave dead, Up-Country and ...
No church-bell rings them from the Track, No pulpit lights theirblindness-- 'Tis hardship, drought, and homelessness That teach those Bushmen ...
Oh, I never felt so wretched, and things never looked so blue Since the days I gulped the physic that ...
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