The Ballad of the Elder Son (Henry Lawson Poems)
A son of elder sons I am, Whose boyhood days were cramped and scant,Through ages of domestic sham And family lies and ...
Henry Lawson Poems on Sin (38 Poems)
Lily (Henry Lawson Poems)
I SCORN the man-a fool at most, And ignorant and blind-Who loves to go about and boast "He understands mankind."I thought I ...
A Fantasy of War (Henry Lawson Poems)
From Australia.OH, tell me, God of Battles! Oh, say what is to come!The King is in his trenches, the millionaire ...
The Bards Who Lived at Manly (Henry Lawson Poems)
The camp of high-class spielers, Who sneered in summer dress,And doo-dah dilettante, And scornful "venuses"-House agents, and storekeepers, All eager they to "bleed"-The bards ...
The Good Samaritan (Henry Lawson Poems)
He comes from out the ages dim- The good Samaritan;I somehow never pictured him A fat and jolly man;But one who'd little ...
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 ...
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 Boss’s Boots (Henry Lawson Poems)
The Shearers squint along the pens, they squint along the 'shoots;'The shearers squint along the board to catch the Boss's ...
The Boss Over the Board (Henry Lawson Poems)
When he's over a rough and unpopular shed,With the sins of the bank and the men on his head;When he ...
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 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 ...
O’Hara, J.P. (Henry Lawson Poems)
James Patrick O'Hara the Justice of Peace,He bossed the P.M. and he bossed the police;A parent, a deacon, a landlord ...
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 ...
The Squatter, Three Cornstalks, and the Well (Henry Lawson Poems)
THERE WAS a Squatter in the land- So runs the truthful tale I tell-There also were three cornstalks, and There also was ...
Song of the Old Bullock-Driv (Henry Lawson Poems)
Far back in the days when the blacks used to ramble In long single file 'neath the evergreen tree,The wool-teams in ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Skyline Riders (Henry Lawson Poems)
Against the light of a dawning white My Skyline Riders stand-There is trouble ahead for a dark year dead And the selfish ...
Billys ‘Square Affair’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
Long Bill, the captain of the push, was tired of his estate,And wished to change his life and win the ...
The Bill of the Ages (Henry Lawson Poems)
He shall live to the end of this mad old world, he has lived since the world began,He never has ...
The Gathering of the Brown-Eyed (Henry Lawson Poems)
THE BROWN EYES came from Asia, where all mystery is true,Ere the masters of Soul Secrets dreamed of hazel, grey, ...
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 ...
’39’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
I only woke this morning To find the world is fair-I'm going on for forty, With scarcely one grey hair;I'm going on for ...
William Street (Henry Lawson Poems)
'Tis William Street, the link street, That seems to stand alone;'Tis William Street, the vague street, With terraces of stone:That starts with ...
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 ...
The Briny Grave (Henry Lawson Poems)
You wonder why so many would be buried in the sea,In this world of froth and bubble,But I don't wonder, ...
The Hymn of the Socialists (Henry Lawson Poems)
By the bodies and minds and souls that rot in a common styeIn the city's offal-holes, where the dregs of ...
To-Morrow (Henry Lawson Poems)
When you're suffering hard for your sins, old man, When you wake to trouble and sleep ill-Oh, this is the clack ...
When Your Sins Come Home to Roost (Henry Lawson Poems)
When you fear the barber's mirror when you go to get a crop,Or in sorrow every morning comb your hair ...