Borderland (Henry Lawson Poem)
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
White handkerchiefs wave from the short black pier As we glide to the grand old sea -- But the song ...
Now the tent poles are rotting, the camp fires are dead, And the possums may gambol in trees overhead; I ...
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled ...
You ask me to be gay and glad While lurid clouds of danger loom, And vain and bad and gambling ...
Jack Denver died on Talbragar when Christmas Eve began, And there was sorrow round the place, for Denver was a ...
They stood by the door of the Inn on the Rise; May Carney looked up in the bushranger's eyes: `Oh! ...
The future was dark and the past was dead As they gazed on the sea once more - But a ...
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
The squatter saw his pastures wide Decrease, as one by one The farmers moving to the west Selected on his ...
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