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Henry Lawson

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

Poems of Henry Lawson

461. To Roumania 3/27/2010
462. To Show What a Man Can Do 3/27/2010
463. To The Irish Delegates 3/27/2010
464. To Tom Bracken 3/27/2010
465. To Victor Daley 3/27/2010
466. To-Morrow 3/27/2010
467. Trooper Campbell 12/31/2002
468. Trouble on the Selection 3/27/2010
469. Uncle Harry 1/1/2004
470. Untitled 3/29/2010
471. Unwritten Books 3/27/2010
472. Up The Country 12/31/2002
473. Victor 3/27/2010
474. Victory 1/1/2004
475. Waratah and Wattle 1/1/2004
476. Watching The Crows 3/27/2010
477. What Have We All Forgotten? 3/27/2010
478. When Hopes Ran High 3/27/2010
479. When I Was King 3/27/2010
480. When The `Army' Prays For Watty 12/31/2002

Eureka

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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