One Hundred and Three (Henry Lawson Poems)
With the frame of a man, and the face of a boy, and a manner strangely wild,And the great, wide, ...
Henry Lawson Poems on Hell (41 Poems)
Years After the War In Australia (Henry Lawson Poems)
The Big rough boys from the runs out back were first where the balls flew free,And yelled in the slang ...
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 Alleys (Henry Lawson Poems)
I was welcome in a palace when the ball was at my feet,I was petted in a garden and my ...
Captain Von Esson of the “Sebastopol” (Henry Lawson Poems)
Of his beauty, or stature, or colour of hair I hadn't the slightest hint,But he comes to me as a little ...
The Song of a Prison (Henry Lawson Poems)
Now this is the song of a prison-a song of a gaol or jug-A ballad of quod or of chokey, ...
The Bush Fire (Henry Lawson Poems)
Ah, better the thud of the deadly gun, and the crash of the bursting shell,Than the terrible silence where drought ...
The Bursting of the Boom (Henry Lawson Poems)
The shipping-office clerks are 'short,' the manager is gruff-'They cannot make reductions,' and 'the fares are low enough.'They ship us ...
The Secret Whisky Cure (Henry Lawson Poems)
'Tis no tale of heroism, 'tis no tale of storm and strife,But of ordinary boozing, and of dull domestic life-Of ...
The Ballad of the Rousabout (Henry Lawson Poems)
A Rouseabout of rouseabouts, from any land-or none-I bear a nick-name of the bush, and I'm-a woman's son;I came from ...
The Green-Hand Rouseabout (Henry Lawson Poems)
Call this hot? I beg your pardon. Hot!-you don't know what it means.(What's that, waiter? lamb or mutton! Thank you-mine ...
The Labour Agitator (Henry Lawson Poems)
LET the liar call me liar, And the robber call me thief.They can only fan the fire That is born of my ...
The Man from Waterloo (With kind Regards to Banjo) (Henry Lawson Poems)
It was the Man from Waterloo, When work in town was slack,Who took the track as bushmen do, And humped his swag out ...
Macleay Street and Red Rock Lane (Henry Lawson Poems)
MACLEAY STREET looks to Mosman, Across the other side,With brave asphalted pavements And roadway clean and wide.Macleay Street hath its mansions, Its grounds ...
The Old Stockman’s Lament (Henry Lawson Poems)
Wrap me up in me stockwhip and blanket, And bury me deep down below,Where this piffle and sham won't disgust me, In ...
The Drums of Battersea (Henry Lawson Poems)
They can't hear in West o' London, where the worst dine with the best-Deaf to all save lies and laughter, ...
A Slight Misunderstan (Henry Lawson Poems)
Oh, do you hear the argument, far up above the skies?The voice of old Saint Peter, in expostulation rise?Growing shrill, ...
A Slight Misunderstanding at the Jasper Gate (Henry Lawson Poems)
Oh, do you hear the argument, far up above the skies?The voice of old Saint Peter, in expostulation rise?Growing shrill, ...
The Peace Maker (Henry Lawson Poems)
It has a "point" of neither sex But comes in guise of both,And, doubly dangerous complex, It is a thing to loathe-A ...
Song of the Dardanelles (Henry Lawson Poems)
The Wireless tells and the cable tellsHow our boys behaved by the Dardanelles.Some thought in their hearts "Will our boys ...
The Separated Women (Henry Lawson Poems)
THE Separated Women Go lying through the land,For they have plenty dresses, And money, too, in hand;They married brutes and drunkards And blackguards ...
The Women of the Town (Henry Lawson Poems)
It is up from out the alleys, from the alleys dark and vile-It is up from out the alleys I ...
Australia’s Peril [The Warning] (Henry Lawson Poems)
We must suffer, husband and father, we must suffer, daughter and son,For the wrong we have taken part in and ...
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 ...
Out on the Roofs of Hell (Henry Lawson Poems)
SING us a song in this cynical age, Sing us a song, my friend,While the Flesh and the Devil are all ...
The Drovers (Henry Lawson Poems)
Shrivelled leather, rusty buckles, and the rot is in our knuckles,Scorched for months upon the pommel while the brittle rein ...
A Word from the Bards (Henry Lawson Poems)
IT IS New Year's Day and I rise to state that here on the Sydney sideThe Bards have commenced to ...
Written Out [1] (Henry Lawson Poems)
Sing the song of the reckless, who care not what they do;Sing the song of a sinner and the song ...
To Show What a Man Can Do (Henry Lawson Poems)
THERE has been many a grander deed since man had life to give, And thousands have gone to certain death, eyes ...
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 ...