The New Chum Jackeroo (Henry Lawson Poems)
Let bushmen think as bushmen will, And say whate'er they choose,I hate to hear the stupid sneer At New Chum Jackaroos.He may ...
Let bushmen think as bushmen will, And say whate'er they choose,I hate to hear the stupid sneer At New Chum Jackaroos.He may ...
They towed the Seabolt down the stream, And through the harbour's mouth;She spread her wings and sailed away To seek the sunny ...
'TWAS Eight-Hour Day, and proudly Old Labour led the way;The drums were bearing loudly, The crowded streets were gay;But something touched my ...
THE CRESCENT MOON and clock tower are fair above the wallAcross the smothered lanes of 'Loo, the stifled vice and ...
THE gentlemen of Dickens Were mostly very poor,And innocent of grammar, And of parentage obscure;But rich or poor or thriving, Of high or ...
WHERE shall we go for prophecy? Where shall we go for proof?The holiday street is crowded, pavement, window and roof;Band ...
A public parlour in the slums, The haunt of vice and villainy,Where things are said unfit to hear, And things are done ...
WHO'LL WEAR the beaten colours-and cheer the beaten men?Who'll wear the beaten colours, till our time comes again?Where sullen crowds ...
He was bare-we don't want to be rude- (His condition was owing to drink)They say his condition was nood, Which amounts to the ...
OH! the folly, the waste, and the pity! Oh, the time that is flung behind!They are seeking a site for ...
Now this is not a dismal song, like some I've sung of late,When I've been brooding all day long about ...
It was the King of Virland -0 he was angry then -That rode to crush rebellionWith twenty thousand men.His enemies ...
Ben Boyd's Tower is watching- Watching o'er the sea;Ben Boyd's Tower is waiting For her and me. We do not know the day, We ...
The Russian march is soft and slow,Through dust and heat, or slush and snow,When the Russian skies hang grey and ...
The Lady of the Motor-car she stareth straight ahead;Her face is like the stone, my friend, her face is like ...
THE WORLD goes round, old fellow, And still I'm in the swim,While my wife's second husband Is growing old and grim.I meet ...
Sing the song of the reckless, who care not what they do;Sing the song of a sinner and the song ...
Old Ivan McIvanovitch, with knitted brow of care,Has climbed up from the engine-room to get a breath of air;He slowly ...
WE THROW us down on the dusty plain When the gold has gone from the west,But we rise and tramp on ...
When you get tight in foreign lands You never need go slinking,No female neighbours lift their hands And say "The brute!-he's drinking!"No ...
'TIS sunrise over Watson, Where I sailed out to sea,On that wild run to London That wrecked and ruined me.The beauty of ...
By the bodies and minds and souls that rot in a common styeIn the city's offal-holes, where the dregs of ...
The Young King fights in the trenches and the Old King fights in the rear-Because he is old and feeble, ...
HERE'S never a bough to be tossed in the breeze, For it's long since the forest was green;And round all the ...
Oh! this is a joyful dirge, my friends, and this is a hymn of praise;And this is a clamour of ...
The Plains lay bare on the homeward route,And the march was heavy on man and brute;For the Spirit of Drought ...
THERE has been many a grander deed since man had life to give, And thousands have gone to certain death, eyes ...
THEY CHEERED him from the wharf-it was a glorious day:His hand went to his scarf-his thoughts were far away.Oh, he ...
CLERK, corresponding, "Rooster and Comb",Here I sit idle "Thinking of home";I must be grafting- Living to earn,More correspondence, "Write by return."Clerk in employ of "Shoddy ...
There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not,On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot.Where the brooding old ...
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