Jack Dunn of Nevertire (Henry Lawson Poem)
It chanced upon the very day we'd got the shearing done, A buggy brought a stranger to the West-o'-Sunday Run; ...
Henry Lawson Poems (510 Poems)
Up The Country (Henry Lawson Poem)
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
Victory (Henry Lawson Poem)
The schools marched in procession in happiness and pride, The city bands before them, the soldiers marched beside; Oh, starched ...
Freedom on the Wallaby (Henry Lawson Poem)
Australia's a big country An' Freedom's humping bluey, An' Freedom's on the wallaby Oh! don't you hear 'er cooey? She's ...
The Fire At Ross’s Farm (Henry Lawson Poems)
The squatter saw his pastures wide Decrease, as one by one The farmers moving to the west Selected on his ...
A Song of Brave Men (Henry Lawson Poem)
Man, is the Sea your master? Sea, and is man your slave? - This is the song of brave men ...
At The Beating Of A Drum (Henry Lawson Poem)
Fear ye not the stormy future, for the Battle Hymn is strong, And the armies of Australia shall not march ...
Uncle Harry (Henry Lawson Poem)
Oh, never let on to your own true love That ever you drank a drop; That ever you played in ...
For Australia (Henry Lawson Poem)
Now, with the wars of the world begun, they'll listen to you and me, Now while the frightened nations run ...
The Old Bark School (Henry Lawson Poem)
It was built of bark and poles, and the floor was full of holes Where each leak in rainy weather ...
To Hannah (Henry Lawson Poem)
Spirit girl to whom 'twas given To revisit scenes of pain, From the hell I thought was Heaven You have ...
Flag of the Southern Cross (Henry Lawson Poem)
Sons of Australia, be loyal and true to her - Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross! Sing a ...
On The Night Train (Henry Lawson Poem)
Have you seen the bush by moonlight, from the train, go running by? Blackened log and stump and sapling, ghostly ...
Wide Lies Australia (Henry Lawson Poem)
Wide lies Australia! The seas that surround her Flow for her unity - all states in one. Never has Custom ...
The Tragedy (Henry Lawson Poem)
Oh, I never felt so wretched, and things never looked so blue Since the days I gulped the physic that ...
The Ballad Of The Drover (Henry Lawson Poem)
Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his ...
The Iron Wedding Rings (Henry Lawson Poem)
In these days of peace and money, free to all the Commonweal, There are ancient dames in Buckland wearing wedding ...
From the Bush (Henry Lawson Poem)
The Channel fog has lifted - And see where we have come! Round all the world we've drifted, A hundred ...
The Free-Selector’s Daughter (Henry Lawson Poems)
I met her on the Lachlan Side -- A darling girl I thought her, And ere I left I swore ...
Andy’s Gone With Cattle (Henry Lawson Poems)
Our Andy's gone to battle now 'Gainst Drought, the red marauder; Our Andy's gone with cattle now Across the Queensland ...
Faces In The Street (Henry Lawson Poem)
They lie, the men who tell us for reasons of their own That want is here a stranger, and that ...
Out Back (Henry Lawson Poem)
The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought, The cheque was spent that the ...
The Teams (Henry Lawson Poem)
A cloud of dust on the long white road, And the teams go creeping on Inch by inch with the ...
In the Street (Henry Lawson Poem)
Where the needle-woman toils Through the night with hand and brain, Till the sickly daylight shudders like a spectre at ...
The Rhyme of the Three Greybeards (Henry Lawson Poem)
He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat", His name was Joseph Swallow, "the Great Australian Pote", In ...
Here Died (Henry Lawson Poem)
There's many a schoolboy's bat and ball that are gathering dust at home, For he hears a voice in the ...
The Roaring Days (Henry Lawson Poem)
The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days ...
The Things We Dare Not Tell (Henry Lawson Poem)
The fields are fair in autumn yet, and the sun's still shining there, But we bow our heads and we ...
After All (Henry Lawson Poem)
The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town; My spirit revives in the morning breeze, ...
If you fancy that your people came of better stock than mine, (Henry Lawson Poem)
If you fancy that your people came of better stock than mine, If you hint of higher breeding by a ...