The Shakedown on the Floor (Henry Lawson Poems)
Set me back for twenty summers- For I'm tired of cities now-Set my feet in red-soil furrows And my hands upon the ...
Set me back for twenty summers- For I'm tired of cities now-Set my feet in red-soil furrows And my hands upon the ...
Their bones lie glistening on the veldt, their shoes are rusted red,They are gone where spur and rifle are at ...
Follow the river and cross the ford, Follow again to the wobbly bridge,Turn to the left at the notice board, ...
The willows sweep the water, and the rushes lean a-down, And I see the river shining far away,With a ...
His old clay pipe stuck in his mouth, His hat pushed from his brow, His dress best fitted for the ...
They stood by the door of the Inn on the Rise; May Carney looked up in the bushranger's eyes: `Oh! ...
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