Old Stone Chimney (Henry Lawson Poems)
The rising moon on the peaks was blending Her silver light with the sunset glow,When a swagman came as the day was ...
The rising moon on the peaks was blending Her silver light with the sunset glow,When a swagman came as the day was ...
OUT in the west, where runs are wide, And days than ours are hotter,Not very far from Lachlan Side There dwelt a ...
"All day a strong sun has been drinkingThe ponds in the Wattletree Glen;And now as they're puddles, I'm thinkingWe were ...
The Plains lay bare on the homeward route,And the march was heavy on man and brute;For the Spirit of Drought ...
The sunburnt ---- stockman stoodAnd, in a dismal ---- mood,Apostrophized his ---- cuddy;'The ---- nag's no ---- good,He couldn't earn ...
Dead in the bush by his own rash hand,Life from its shattered temple riven,Staining with blood the sinless land,Dead in ...
A sweat-dripping horse and a half-naked myall, And a message: 'Come out to the back of the run- Be out ...
There was an agile sailor ladWho longed to know the bushSo with his swag and billy-canHe said he'd make a ...
Come, let us sing with a right good ring (Sing hey for lifting lay, sing hey!)Of any old, sunny ...
When I rode with young Sid Kidman out across the Yarrowie Plain --In that year the Long Drought ended, and ...
The stockmen of Australia, what rowdy boys are they,They will curse and swear a hurricane if you come in their ...
An "Ode to the Moon" did he indite With his two-and-half soul-power.('Twas the child of a starlit summer night, Begot ...
The saddle was hung on the stockyard rail,And the poor old horse stood whisking his tail,For there never was seen ...
'Tis a song of the Never Never land- Set to the tune of a scorching gale On the sandhills red, ...
A strapping young stockman lay dying,His saddle supporting his head;His two mates around him were crying,As he rose on his ...
Be ye stockmen or no, to my story give ear.Alas! for poor Jack, no more shall we hearThe crack of ...
The sun was in the summer grass,the Coolibahs* were twisted steel;the stockman paused beneath their shadeand sat upon his heel,and ...
We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime; Better a shred of a deep-dyed ...
This is the story the stockman told On the cattle-camp, when the stars were bright; The moon rose up like ...
This was the way of it, don't you know -- Ryan was "wanted" for stealing sheep, And never a trooper, ...
There's never a stone at the sleeper's head, There's never a fence beside, And the wandering stock on the grave ...
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