Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

61. The Wattle 1/1/2004
62. The Water Lily 3/27/2010
63. The Water 3/29/2010
64. The Watch on the Kerb 3/27/2010
65. The Wantaritencant 3/27/2010
66. The Wander-Light 1/1/2004
67. The Vote of Thanks Debate 3/27/2010
68. The Voice from Over Yonder 3/27/2010
69. The Vanguard [11] 3/27/2010
70. The Vanguard [1] 3/27/2010
71. The Vagabond 12/31/2002
72. The Unknown God 3/27/2010
73. The Uncultured Rhymer To His Cultured Critics 3/27/2010
74. The Two Samaritans and the Tramp 3/27/2010
75. The Two Poets 3/27/2010
76. The Triumph of the People 3/27/2010
77. The Tragedy 1/1/2004
78. The Tracks That Lie By India 3/27/2010
79. The Three Quiet Gentlemen 3/27/2010
80. The Three Kings [1] 3/27/2010

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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