Mostly Slavonic (Henry Lawson Poems)
I.-Peter MichaelovIt was Peter the Barbarian put an apron in his bagAnd rolled up the honoured bundle that Australians call ...
Henry Lawson Poems on Countries (45 Poems)
‘Possum’ A Lay of New Chumland (Henry Lawson Poems)
SO YER trav'lin' for yer pleasure while yer writin' for the press?An' yer huntin' arter "copy"?-well, I've heer'd o' that. ...
The Fairy West (Henry Lawson Poems)
I.We wrote and sang of a bush we never Had known in youth in the Western land;Of the dear old homes ...
The Men Who Made Australia (Henry Lawson Poems)
There'll be royal times in Sydney for the Cuff and Collar Push, There'll be lots of dreary drivel and clap-trapFrom the ...
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 ...
Booth’s Drum [1] (Henry Lawson Poems)
They were "ratty" they were hooted by the meanest and the least,When they woke the Drum of Glory long ago ...
The ‘Soldier Birds’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
I mind the river from Mount Frome To Ballanshantie's Bridge,The Mudgee Hills, and Buckaroo, Lowe's Peak, and Granite Ridge.The "tailers" in the ...
The Spirits of Our Fathers (Henry Lawson Poems)
THE SPIRITS of our fathers rise not from every wave,They left the sea behind them long ago;It was many years ...
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 ...
The Motor Car (Henry Lawson Poems)
THE MOTOR CAR is sullen, like a thing that should not be;The motor car is master of Smart Society.'Twas born ...
In the Height of Fashion (Henry Lawson Poems)
SO at last a toll they'll levy For the passing fool who sings-Take the harp grown dull and heavy (With the dried ...
Riding Round the Lines (Henry Lawson Poems)
Dust and smoke against the sunrise out where grim disaster lurksAnd a broken sky-line looming like unfinished railway works,And a ...
Since the Cities are the Cities (Henry Lawson Poems)
FOOLS can parrot-cry the prophet when the proof is close at hand,And the blind can see the danger when the ...
Lachlan Side (Henry Lawson Poems)
REGION of damper and junk and tea, Region of pastures wide!The fairest spots in the world to me Are out on the ...
The Men Who Come Behind (Henry Lawson Poems)
There's a class of men (and women) who are always on their guard-Cunning, treacherous, suspicious-feeling softly-grasping hard-Brainy, yet without the ...
The Bulletin Hotel (Henry Lawson Poems)
I was drifting in the drizzle past the Cecil in the Strand-Which, I'm told, is very tony-and its front looks ...
Otherside (Henry Lawson Poems)
SOMEWHERE in the mystic future, on the road to Paradise,There's a very pleasant country that I've dreamed of once or ...
Somewhere Up In Queensland (Henry Lawson Poems)
He's somewhere up in Queensland, The old folks used to say;He's somewhere up in Queensland, The people say to-day.But Somewhere (up in ...
The Foreign Drunk (Henry Lawson Poems)
When you get tight in foreign lands You never need go slinking,No female neighbours lift their hands And say "The brute!-he's drinking!"No ...
The Brass Well (Henry Lawson Poems)
'Tis a legend of the bushmen from the days of Cunningham,When he opened up the country and the early squatters ...
And the Bairns Will Come (Henry Lawson Poems)
So you've seen at last what we have seen so long through scalding tears:You have found what we-the People-we have ...
Mary Called Him ‘Mister’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
They'd parted but a year before-she never thought he'd come,She stammer'd, blushed, held out her hand, and called him 'Mister ...
What Have We All Forgotten? (Henry Lawson Poems)
WHAT have we all forgotten, at the break of the seventh year?With a nation born to the ages and a ...
The Ballad of the Black-Sheep (Henry Lawson Poems)
A black-sheep, from England, who worked on the run -Riding where the stockmen ride -He sat by the hut when ...
As it was in the Beginning (Henry Lawson Poems)
As it was in the beginning, so we'll find it in the end,For a lover, or a brother, or a ...
The Waving of the Red (Henry Lawson Poems)
It is a sad and cruel fate the country's coming to,And there's no use in striking, 'so what are we ...
The Song Of Old Joe Swallow (Henry Lawson Poem)
When I was up the country in the rough and early days, I used to work along ov Jimmy Nowlett's ...
Peter Anderson And Co. (Henry Lawson Poem)
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.', ...
The Flour Bin (Henry Lawson Poem)
By Lawson's Hill, near Mudgee, On old Eurunderee - The place they called "New Pipeclay", Where the diggers used to ...
The Shanty On The Rise (Henry Lawson Poem)
When the caravans of wool-teams climbed the ranges from the West, On a spur among the mountains stood `The Bullock-drivers' ...