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 ...
I.-Peter MichaelovIt was Peter the Barbarian put an apron in his bagAnd rolled up the honoured bundle that Australians call ...
In Windsor Terrace, number four, I've taken my abode-A little crescent from the street, A bight from City Road;And, hard up and ...
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. ...
From Australia.OH, tell me, God of Battles! Oh, say what is to come!The King is in his trenches, the millionaire ...
I.We wrote and sang of a bush we never Had known in youth in the Western land;Of the dear old homes ...
Ye children of the Land of Gold, I sing a song to you,And if the jokes are somewhat old, The main idea ...
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep,For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away like ...
There'll be royal times in Sydney for the Cuff and Collar Push, There'll be lots of dreary drivel and clap-trapFrom the ...
Over there, above the jetty, stands the mansion of the Vardens,With a tennis ground and terrace, and a flagstaff in ...
THE SPIRITS of our fathers rise not from every wave,They left the sea behind them long ago;It was many years ...
The Captains sailed from all the World-from all the world and Spain;And each one for his country's ease, her glory ...
Now this is the song of a prison-a song of a gaol or jug-A ballad of quod or of chokey, ...
I LISTENED through the music and the sounds of revelry,And all the hollow noises of that year of Jubilee;I heard ...
He never drew a sword to fight a dozen foes alone,Nor gave a life to save a life no better ...
OUT in the west, where runs are wide, And days than ours are hotter,Not very far from Lachlan Side There dwelt a ...
I REMARKED that man is saddest, and his heart is filled with woe,When he hasn't any money, and his pants ...
SING the strong, proud song of Labour, Toss the ringing music high;Liberty's a nearer neighbour Than she was in days gone by.Workmen's ...
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 ...
When you see a man come walking down through George Street loose and free,Suit of saddle tweed and soft shirt, ...
'Tis William Street, the link street, That seems to stand alone;'Tis William Street, the vague street, With terraces of stone:That starts with ...
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 ...
We must suffer, husband and father, we must suffer, daughter and son,For the wrong we have taken part in and ...
LET OTHERS make the songs of love For our young struggling nation;But I will sing while e'er I live The Songs of ...
'Tis glorious morning everywhere Save where the alleys lie-I see the fleecy steam jets bid "Good morning" to the sky.The gullies of ...
I WORKED with father in the bush At splitting rails and palings.He never was unkind to me, Although he "had his failings:"And ...
THE CRESCENT MOON and clock tower are fair above the wallAcross the smothered lanes of 'Loo, the stifled vice and ...
OH! the folly, the waste, and the pity! Oh, the time that is flung behind!They are seeking a site for ...
THEY CHEERED him from the wharf-it was a glorious day:His hand went to his scarf-his thoughts were far away.Oh, he ...
CLERK, corresponding, "Rooster and Comb",Here I sit idle "Thinking of home";I must be grafting- Living to earn,More correspondence, "Write by return."Clerk in employ of "Shoddy ...
'Tis a legend of the bushmen from the days of Cunningham,When he opened up the country and the early squatters ...
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