‘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. ...
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. ...
"Call that a yarn!" said old Tom Pugh, "What rot! I'll lay my hatI'll sling you a yarn worth more nor ...
Ye children of the Land of Gold, I sing a song to you,And if the jokes are somewhat old, The main idea ...
I was welcome in a palace when the ball was at my feet,I was petted in a garden and my ...
When he's over a rough and unpopular shed,With the sins of the bank and the men on his head;When he ...
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 ...
James Patrick O'Hara the Justice of Peace,He bossed the P.M. and he bossed the police;A parent, a deacon, a landlord ...
FOOLS can parrot-cry the prophet when the proof is close at hand,And the blind can see the danger when the ...
It was the Man from Waterloo, When work in town was slack,Who took the track as bushmen do, And humped his swag out ...
WHEN I tell a tale of virtue and of injured innocence,Then my publishers and lawyers are the densest of the ...
IT IS New Year's Day and I rise to state that here on the Sydney sideThe Bards have commenced to ...
A BUSHMAN got lost in a scrub in the North,And all the long morning the searchers went forth.They swore at ...
Well Boory, I have read your "grin",And listened to your whine;I only wish you'd sent it inBefore I printed mine.You ...
You almost heard the surface bake, and saw the gum-leaves turn -- You could have watched the grass scorch brown ...
It was somewhere in September, and the sun was going down, When I came, in search of `copy', to a ...
Tall, and stout, and solid-looking, Yet a wreck; None would think Death's finger's hooking Him from deck. Cause of half ...
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.', ...
White handkerchiefs wave from the short black pier As we glide to the grand old sea -- But the song ...
When you wear a cloudy collar and a shirt that isn't white, And you cannot sleep for thinking how you'll ...
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