Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

1. The King Of Our Republic 3/26/2010
2. The Labour Agitator 3/26/2010
3. The Squatter’s Daughter 3/27/2010
4. The Three Kings [1] 3/27/2010
5. The Three Quiet Gentlemen 3/27/2010
6. The Tracks That Lie By India 3/27/2010
7. The Triumph Of The People 3/27/2010
8. The Two Poets 3/27/2010
9. The Two Samaritans And The Tramp 3/27/2010
10. The Stranded Ship: (The “vincennes”) 3/27/2010
11. The Squatter, Three Cornstalks, And The Well 3/27/2010
12. The Song Of The Waste-Paper Basket 3/27/2010
13. The Sorrows Of A Simple Bard 3/27/2010
14. To The Irish Delegates 3/27/2010
15. The Spirits For Good 3/27/2010
16. The Spirits Of Our Fathers 3/27/2010
17. The Soul Of A Poet 3/27/2010
18. The Southerly Buster 3/27/2010
19. The Stranger's Friend 3/27/2010
20. The First Dingo 3/29/2010
21. The Bard Of Furthest Out 3/26/2010
22. The Last Review 3/26/2010
23. The Uncultured Rhymer To His Cultured Critics 3/27/2010
24. The Statue Of Our Queen 3/27/2010
25. Trouble On The Selection 3/27/2010
26. The Swagman And His Mate 3/27/2010
27. The Flour Bin 1/1/2004
28. The Stringy-Bark Tree 3/27/2010
29. The Unknown God 3/27/2010
30. The Skyline Riders 3/27/2010
31. The Sleeping Beauty 3/27/2010
32. The Song Of A Prison 3/27/2010
33. The Scamps 3/27/2010
34. The Scots [a Dirge] 3/27/2010
35. The Seabolt's Volunteers 3/27/2010
36. The Secret Whisky Cure 3/27/2010
37. The Old, Old Story And The New Order 3/26/2010
38. The Patriotic League 3/27/2010
39. The Patteran 3/27/2010
40. The Peace Maker 3/27/2010
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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