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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

`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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