He Mourned His Master (Henry Lawson Poems)
INTRODUCTIONThe theme is ancient as the hills, With all their prehistoric glory;But yet of Corney and his friend, We've often longed to tell ...
Henry Lawson Poems on Weather (14 Poems)
Constable M’Carty’s Investigatio (Henry Lawson Poems)
Most unpleasantly adjacent to the haunts of lower orders Stood a 'terrace' in the city when the current year began,And a ...
The Fairy West (Henry Lawson Poems)
I.We wrote and sang of a bush we never Had known in youth in the Western land;Of the dear old homes ...
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 ...
He Had So Much Work To Do (Henry Lawson Poems)
Tell a simple little story of a settler in the West,Where the soldier birds and farmers, and selectors never restWhile ...
A Little Mistake (Henry Lawson Poems)
'Tis a yarn I heard of a new-chum 'trap' On the edge of the Never-Never,Where the dead men lie and the ...
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 ...
The Way I Treated Father [A Bush Song] (Henry Lawson Poems)
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 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, ...
What Have We All Forgotten? (Henry Lawson Poems)
WHAT have we all forgotten, at the break of the seventh year?With a nation born to the ages and a ...
Andy’s Return (Henry Lawson Poems)
With pannikins all rusty, And billy burnt and black,And clothes all torn and dusty, That scarcely hide his back;With sun-cracked saddle-leather, And knotted ...
Borderland (Henry Lawson Poem)
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
To An Old Mate (Henry Lawson Poem)
Old Mate! In the gusty old weather, When our hopes and our troubles were new, In the years spent in ...
Up The Country (Henry Lawson Poem)
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...