Henry Lawson

(17 June 1867 – 2 September 1922 / Grenfell, New South Wales)

Henry Lawson Poems

1. Trooper Campbell 12/31/2002
2. The Cockney Soul 1/1/2004
3. The Ships That Won'T Go Down 1/1/2004
4. The Man Who Raised Charlestown 1/1/2004
5. The Professional Wanderer 1/1/2004
6. I'Ll Tell You What You Wanderers 1/1/2004
7. The Old Jimmy Woodser 1/1/2004
8. The Song Of Old Joe Swallow 12/31/2002
9. The Paroo 1/1/2004
10. The Rhyme Of The Three Greybeards 1/1/2004
11. Queen Hilda Of Virland 1/1/2004
12. Mount Bukaroo 12/31/2002
13. The Great Grey Plain 12/31/2002
14. Eurunderee 12/31/2002
15. The Shanty On The Rise 12/31/2002
16. Harry Stephens 3/26/2010
17. Advertisement For Hean’s Essence 3/26/2010
18. Barta 3/26/2010
19. At The Tug-0-War 3/26/2010
20. Billys 'square Affair' 3/26/2010
21. Cromwell 3/26/2010
22. Cypher Seven [07] 3/26/2010
23. Constable M‘carty’s Investigations 3/26/2010
24. Genoa 3/26/2010
25. Gipsy Too 3/26/2010
26. Give Yourself A Show: New Year's Eve 3/26/2010
27. Grace Jennings Carmicheal 3/26/2010
28. Hannah Thomburn 3/26/2010
29. Hawkers 3/26/2010
30. He Mourned His Master 3/26/2010
31. Heed Not! 3/26/2010
32. I’m An Older Man Than You 3/26/2010
33. I'D Back Again The World 3/26/2010
34. In The Height Of Fashion 3/26/2010
35. Jack Cornstalk 3/26/2010
36. Jack Cornstalk As A Drover 3/26/2010
37. Jack Cornstalk As A Poet 3/26/2010
38. Jack Cornstalk In His Teens 3/26/2010
39. John Cornstalk 3/26/2010
40. Joseph’s Dreams And Reuben's Brethren [a Recital In Six Chapters] 3/26/2010
Best Poem of Henry Lawson

Andy's Gone With Cattle

Our Andy's gone to battle now
'Gainst Drought, the red marauder;
Our Andy's gone with cattle now
Across the Queensland border.

He's left us in dejection now;
Our hearts with him are roving.
It's dull on this selection now,
Since Andy went a-droving.

Who now shall wear the cheerful face
In times when things are slackest?
And who shall whistle round the place
When Fortune frowns her blackest?

Oh, who shall cheek the squatter now
When he comes round us snarling?
His tongue is growing hotter now
Since Andy ...

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At The Beating Of A Drum

Fear ye not the stormy future, for the Battle Hymn is strong,
And the armies of Australia shall not march without a song;
The glorious words and music of Australia's song shall come
When her true hearts rush together at the beating of a drum.

We may not be there to hear it – 'twill be written in the night,
And Australia's foes shall fear it in the hour before the fight.
The glorious words and music from a lonely heart shall come
When our sons shall rush to danger at the beating o

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