The God-Forgotte (Henry Lawson Poems)
PAT M'DURMER brought the tidings to the town of God-Forgotten : 'There are lively days before ye-commin Parlymint's dissolved!'And the boys ...
PAT M'DURMER brought the tidings to the town of God-Forgotten : 'There are lively days before ye-commin Parlymint's dissolved!'And the boys ...
The Shearers squint along the pens, they squint along the 'shoots;'The shearers squint along the board to catch the Boss's ...
Call this hot? I beg your pardon. Hot!-you don't know what it means.(What's that, waiter? lamb or mutton! Thank you-mine ...
'THE LADIES are coming,' the super says To the shearers sweltering there,And 'the ladies' means in the shearing shed: 'Don't cut 'em ...
'Twas in a tug-of-war where I-the guvnor's hope and pride-Stepped proudly on the platform as the ringer on my side;Old ...
ISee the sweet women, friend, that lean beneathThe ever-falling fountain of green leavesRound the white bending stem, and like a ...
Whether with me, or without me, my dearest one, you will still grow, With my help or without my help, ...
Yon, in the depths of the evening's track,Like a herd of blind bullocks that seek their fellows,Wild, as in terror, ...
This happened many years agoBefore the bush was cleared,When every man was six foot highAnd wore a flowing beard.One very ...
Tum Rindle lope fro' the chimbley nook, As th' winter sun wur sinkin';Aw'm tire't o' keawrin' here i'th smooke, ...
Out on the board the old shearer stands,Grasping his shears in his long, bony hands,Fixed is his gaze on a ...
THE weather had been sultry for a fortnight's time or more, And the shearers had been driving might ...
Hark! Hark! the dogs are barking, I can no longer stay;The boys have all gone shearing, so I heard the ...
Now some shearing I have done, and some prizes I have won, Through my knuckling down so close ...
Suggested by the tolling of the bell on the sash factory in PortDeposit on a stormy night in January, 1856.The ...
I'm one of the has-beens, a shearer I mean;I once was a ringer and used to shear clean;I could make ...
By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep, And the shepherd, with his billy, half awake and half asleep, ...
The track that led to Carmody's is choked and overgrown, The suckers of the stringybark have made the place their ...
The bell is set a-ringing, and the engine gives a toot, There's five-and-thirty shearers here a-shearing for the loot, So ...
Weary and listless, sad and slow, Without any conversation, Was a man that worked on The Overflow, The butt of ...
The shearers sat in the firelight, hearty and hale and strong, After the hard day's shearing, passing the joke along: ...
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