Sydney-Side (Henry Lawson Poems)
Where's the steward?-Bar-room steward? Berth? Oh, any berth will do-I have left a three-pound billet just to come along with ...
Henry Lawson Poems (510 Poems)
Here’s Luck (Henry Lawson Poems)
Old Time is tramping close to-day-you hear his bluchers fall,A mighty change is on the way, an' God protect us ...
Break o’ Day (Henry Lawson Poems)
You love me, you say, and I think you do, But I know so many who don't,And how can I say ...
‘The Water’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
LET OTHERS make the songs of love For our young struggling nation;But I will sing while e'er I live The Songs of ...
A Mixed Battle Song (Henry Lawson Poems)
Lo! the Boar's tail is salted, and the Kangaroo's exalted,And his right eye is extinguished by a man-o'-warsman's cap;He is ...
My Army, O, My Army! (Henry Lawson Poems)
My Army, O, my army! The time I dreamed of comes!I want to see your colours; I want to hear ...
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 Swagman and His Mate (Henry Lawson Poems)
FROM north to south throughout the year The shearing seasons run,The Queensland stations start to shear When Maoriland has done;But labour's cheap ...
‘GS’ [or the Fourth Cook] (Henry Lawson Poems)
He has notions of Australia from the tales that he's been told-Land of leggings and revolvers, land of savages and ...
Out on the Roofs of Hell (Henry Lawson Poems)
SING us a song in this cynical age, Sing us a song, my friend,While the Flesh and the Devil are all ...
But What’s The Use (Henry Lawson Poems)
But what's the use of writing 'bush'- Though editors demand it-For city folk, and farming folk, Can never understand it.They're blind to ...
Fighting Hard (Henry Lawson Poems)
Rolling out to fight for England, singing songs across the sea;Rolling North to fight for England, and to fight for ...
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 ...
Kangaroo Power (Henry Lawson Poems)
NOW, Yankee inventors can beat a retreat,And German professors may take a back seat, For their colours we're going to lower:They've ...
A Word from the Bards (Henry Lawson Poems)
IT IS New Year's Day and I rise to state that here on the Sydney sideThe Bards have commenced to ...
A Dan Yell (Henry Lawson Poems)
I WISH I'd never gone to board In that house where I metThe touring lady from abroad, Who mocks my nightmares yet.I ...
Above Lavender Bay (Henry Lawson Poems)
'Tis glorious morning everywhere Save where the alleys lie-I see the fleecy steam jets bid "Good morning" to the sky.The gullies of ...
The Firing-Line (Henry Lawson Poems)
They are creeping on through the cornfields yet, and they clamber amongst the rocks,Ere they rush to stab with the ...
The Uncultured Rhymer To His Cultured Critics (Henry Lawson Poems)
Fight through ignorance, want, and care - Through the griefs that crush the spirit;Push your way to a fortune fair, And the ...
Gipsy Too (Henry Lawson Poems)
If they missed my face in Farmers' Arms When the landlord lit the lamp,They would grin and say in their country ...
A New John Bull (Henry Lawson Poems)
A tall, slight, English gentleman, With an eyeglass to his eye;He mostly says "Good-Bai" to you, When he means to say "Good-bye";He ...
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 Three Kings [1] (Henry Lawson Poems)
The East is dead and the West is done, and again our course lies thusSouth-east by Fate and the Rising Sun ...
The Mountain Splitter (Henry Lawson Poems)
HE WORKS in the glen where the waratah grows, And the gums and the ashes are tall,'Neath cliffs that re-echo the ...
John Cornstalk (Henry Lawson Poems)
JACK CORNSTALK lives in the Southern Land- What says Cornstalk John?Jack Cornstalk says in a loud firm voice: "Land of the South, ...
The Vanguard [11] (Henry Lawson Poems)
They say, in all kindness, I'm out of the hunt-Too old and too deaf to be sent to the Front.A ...
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, ...
Otherside (Henry Lawson Poems)
SOMEWHERE in the mystic future, on the road to Paradise,There's a very pleasant country that I've dreamed of once or ...
Somewhere Up In Queensland (Henry Lawson Poems)
He's somewhere up in Queensland, The old folks used to say;He's somewhere up in Queensland, The people say to-day.But Somewhere (up in ...
The Battling Days (Henry Lawson Poems)
So, sit you down in a straight-backed chair, with your pipe and your wife content,And cross your knees with your ...