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Henry Lawson (17 June 1867 – 2 September 1922 / Grenfell, New South Wales)
Poems of Henry Lawson
| 1. | `For'ard' | 12/31/2002 |
| 2. | 39 | 3/29/2010 |
| 3. | A Backward Glance | 3/26/2010 |
| 4. | A Bush Girl | 3/26/2010 |
| 5. | A Dan Yell | 3/26/2010 |
| 6. | A Derry on a Cove | 3/26/2010 |
| 7. | A Dirge of Joy | 3/26/2010 |
| 8. | A Fantasy of War | 3/26/2010 |
| 9. | A Little Mistake | 3/26/2010 |
| 10. | A Mate can do no Wrong | 3/26/2010 |
| 11. | A May Night on the Mountains | 3/26/2010 |
| 12. | A Mixed Battle Song | 3/26/2010 |
| 13. | A New John Bull | 3/26/2010 |
| 14. | A Prouder Man Than You | 12/31/2002 |
| 15. | A Slight Misunderstanding at the Jasper Gate | 3/26/2010 |
| 16. | A Song of Brave Men | 1/1/2004 |
| 17. | A Song of the Republic | 1/1/2004 |
| 18. | A Study in the 'Nood' | 3/26/2010 |
| 19. | A Voice from the City | 3/26/2010 |
| 20. | A Word from the Bards | 3/26/2010 |
Eureka
Roll up, Eureka's heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar,
For Lalor's gone to join you in the big camp where you are;
Roll up and give him welcome such as only diggers can,
For well he battled for the rights of miner and of Man.
In that bright golden country that lies beyond our sight,
The record of his honest life shall be his Miner's Right;
But many a bearded mouth shall twitch, and many a tear be shed,
And many a grey old digger sigh to hear that Lalor's dead.
Yet wipe your eyes, old fos
