Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

181. The Jolly Dead March 3/26/2010
182. The Iron Wedding Rings 1/1/2004
183. The Imported Servant 3/26/2010
184. The Hymn of the Socialists 3/26/2010
185. The Horse and Cart Ferry 3/26/2010
186. The Heart of the Swag 3/26/2010
187. The Heart of Australia 1/1/2004
188. The Grog-an'Grumble Steeplechase 1/1/2004
189. The Green-Hand Rouseabout 3/26/2010
190. The Great Grey Plain 12/31/2002
191. The Good Samaritan 3/26/2010
192. The Good Old Concertina 3/26/2010
193. The God-Forgotten Election 3/26/2010
194. The Glass On The Bar 12/31/2002
195. The Ghost at the Second Bridge 3/26/2010
196. The Ghost 12/31/2002
197. The Gentlemen of Dickens 3/26/2010
198. The Gathering of the Brown-Eyed 3/26/2010
199. The Friends of Fallen Fortunes 3/26/2010
200. The Free-Selector's Daughter 12/31/2002


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

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