The Rovers (Henry Lawson Poems)
Some born of homely parents For ages settled down-The steady generations Of village, farm, and town:And some of dusky fathers Who wandered since ...
Some born of homely parents For ages settled down-The steady generations Of village, farm, and town:And some of dusky fathers Who wandered since ...
So while we are eating the fruits of the vine, Don't let us forget such a health giving juice, As Champagne, or ...
A Tale of Earnest Effort and Human PerfidyIt's all very well for preachingBut preachin' and practice don't gee:I've give the ...
Aw wodn't gie a penny piece To be a millionaire,For him 'at's little cattle, is The chap wi' little care.Jewels may flash ...
Heigh-ho! Babyhood! Tell me where you linger: Let's toddle home again, for we have gone astray; Take this eager hand of mine ...
My Anna, summer laughs in mirth, And we will of the party be,And leave the crickets in the hearth For green fields' ...
Way down in Greenwich VillageThere's something, 'twould appear,Demoralizing in the atmosphere.Quite ordinary people,Who come to live down here,Get changed to ...
Do I know Polly Brown? Do I know her? Why, damme, You ...
Sowin' things an' growin' things, an' watchin' of 'em grow;That's the game, my father said, an' father ought to know."Settin' ...
Dozens of damp little curls; One little short upper lip; Two rows of teeth like diminutive pearls; Eyes clear and ...
South Mountain towered on our right, Far off the river lay,And over on the wooded height We held their line ...
Auld Granny Grey Pow, Fetch the bairnies in;Bring them frae the Scaur Heid, Where they mak' sic din.Chase them frae ...
Is wee Jamie waukin' yet? Lyin' unco lang;Better cuddlin' in his bed When his mammy's thrang.Here he's comin' ow'r the ...
When he was only nine months old, And plump and round and pink of cheek, A joy to tickle and ...
He doesn't care that I'm not rich, Or that I'm poorly dressed, That I'm a toiler in the ditch He ...
WIND is soughin'Thro' sycamore top;Beck is cryin'Without a stop:But thoo mun whistAn' close thine eyes;Thoo's bound for moorsWheer Whisper Dale ...
MY blessings on ye, honest wife! I ne'er was here before; Ye've wealth o' gear for spoon and knife- Heart ...
How often have I started out With no thought in my noodle, And wandered here and there about, Where fancy ...
This crowded life of God's good giving No man has relished more than I; I've been so goldarned busy living ...
If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath I'd live with scarlet Majors at the Base, And speed ...
Snug at the club two fathers sat, Gross, goggle-eyed, and full of chat. One of them said: 'My eldest lad ...
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