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

Poems of Henry Lawson

181. Only A Sod 3/29/2010
182. Otherside 3/29/2010
183. Our Mistress and Our Queen 3/29/2010
184. Out Back 12/31/2002
185. Out on the Roofs of Hell 3/26/2010
186. Outback 1/1/2004
187. Outside 3/26/2010
188. Outside 3/29/2010
189. Over the Ranges and Into the West 3/26/2010
190. Past Carin' 12/31/2002
191. Peddling Round the World 3/26/2010
192. Peter Anderson And Co. 12/31/2002
193. Pigeon Toes 3/26/2010
194. Possum A Lay of New Chumland 3/29/2010
195. Poverty 3/26/2010
196. Queen Hilda of Virland 1/1/2004
197. Rain in the Mountains 3/29/2010
198. Reedy River 1/1/2004
199. Rejected 3/26/2010
200. Republican Pioneers 1/1/2004

`For'ard'


It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep,
For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away like sheep, --
They are trav'lers for the most part in a straight 'n' honest path;
But their linen's rather scanty, an' there isn't any bath --
Stowed away like ewes and wethers that is shore 'n' marked 'n' draft.
But the shearers of the shearers always seem to travel aft;
In the cushioned cabins, aft,
With saloons 'n' smoke-rooms, aft --

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