Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

41. Australian Engineers 1/1/2004
42. Australia's Forgotten Flag 3/26/2010
43. Australia's Peril 1/1/2004
44. Ballad Of The Drover 3/26/2010
45. Barta 3/26/2010
46. Beaten Back 3/26/2010
47. Because My Father's One 3/26/2010
48. Before We Were Married 3/26/2010
49. Ben Boyd's Tower 3/26/2010
50. Ben Duggan 12/31/2002
51. Bill And Jim Fall Out 3/26/2010
52. Billy Of Queensland 3/29/2010
53. Billys 'square Affair' 3/26/2010
54. Black Bonnet 1/3/2003
55. Bonnie New South Wales 3/26/2010
56. Booth's Drum [1] 3/26/2010
57. Borderland 1/1/2004
58. Bound For The Lord-Knows-Where 3/29/2010
59. Bourke 3/26/2010
60. Break O’ Day 3/26/2010
61. Brighten’s Sister-In-Law [or The Carrier's Story] 3/26/2010
62. Broken Axletree 3/29/2010
63. Brother, You’ll Take My Hand 3/26/2010
64. Bush Hay 3/29/2010
65. But What's The Use 3/26/2010
66. By Hut, Homestead And Shearing Shed, 3/26/2010
67. Callaghan's Hotel 3/26/2010
68. Cameron's Heart 12/31/2002
69. Captain Von Esson Of The “sebastopol” 3/29/2010
70. Caricatures 3/29/2010
71. Charley Turner 3/29/2010
72. Cherry- Tree Inn 12/31/2002
73. Cinderella 3/26/2010
74. Clinging Back 3/26/2010
75. Constable M‘carty’s Investigations 3/26/2010
76. Coomera 3/26/2010
77. Corny Bill 12/31/2002
78. Cromwell 3/26/2010
79. Cypher Seven [07] 3/26/2010
80. Dan Wasn’t Thrown From His Horse 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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Shadows Before

"Like clouds o'er the South are the nations who reign
On fair islands that we would command;
But clouds that are darker and denser than these
Have sailed from an Isle in the Northern Seas
And rest on our Southern Land.

Low in dust is our Goddess of Liberty hurled
At our feet, and the time is at hand,
When we, the proud sons of the southern world,

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