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 ...
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away ...
It was somewhere in September, and the sun was going down, When I came, in search of `copy', to a ...
With eyes that are narrowed to pierce To the awful horizons of land, Through the blaze of hot days, and ...
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled ...
By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach, and track -- By lonely graves of our brave dead, Up-Country and ...
There's many a schoolboy's bat and ball that are gathering dust at home, For he hears a voice in the ...
WHILE at the stook the shearers cow'r To shun the bitter blaudin' show'r, Or in gulravage rinnin scowr To pass ...
So you're back from up the country, Mister Lawson, where you went, And you're cursing all the business in a ...
The stranger came from Narromine and made his little joke-- "They say we folks in Narromine are narrow-minded folk. But ...
The track that led to Carmody's is choked and overgrown, The suckers of the stringybark have made the place their ...
"You come and see me, boys," he said; "You'll find a welcome and a bed And whisky any time you ...
The roving breezes come and go On Kiley's Run, The sleepy river murmurs low, And far away one dimly sees ...
"I'll introduce a friend!" he said, "And if you've got a vacant pen You'd better take him in the shed ...
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 ...
It was shearing time at the Myall Lake, And then rose the sound through the livelong day Of the constant ...
The roving breezes come and go, the reed-beds sweep and sway, The sleepy river murmers low,and loiters on its way, ...
It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
It was a man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
Wargeilah town is very small, There's no cathedral nor a club, In fact the township, all in all, Is just ...
The shearers sat in the firelight, hearty and hale and strong, After the hard day's shearing, passing the joke along: ...
We have all of us read how the Israelites fled From Egypt with Pharaoh in eager pursuit of 'em, And ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
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