Henry Lawson

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

Poems of Henry Lawson

381. The Route March 3/27/2010
382. The Rovers 3/27/2010
383. The Rush to London 3/27/2010
384. The Scamps 3/27/2010
385. The Scots [A Dirge] 3/27/2010
386. The Seabolt's Volunteers 3/27/2010
387. The Seabolt's Volunteers 3/29/2010
388. The Secret Whisky Cure 3/27/2010
389. The Separated Women 3/27/2010
390. The Separation 3/27/2010
391. The Shakedown on the Floor 3/27/2010
392. The Shame of Going Back 12/31/2002
393. The Shanty On The Rise 12/31/2002
394. The Shearers 1/1/2004
395. The Shearers Dream 1/1/2004
396. The Ships that Won't Go Down 1/1/2004
397. The Skyline Riders 3/27/2010
398. The Sleeping Beauty 3/27/2010
399. The Sliprails and the Spur 12/31/2002
400. The Soldier Birds 3/29/2010

`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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