Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

161. My Land And I 1/1/2004
162. My Literary Friend 3/26/2010
163. My Wife’s Second Husband 3/26/2010
164. Ned’s Delicate Way 3/26/2010
165. Nemesis 3/26/2010
166. Never, Never Land 3/26/2010
167. New Life, New Love 3/26/2010
168. Next Door 3/26/2010
169. Nineteen Nine 3/26/2010
170. O Cupid, Cupid; Get Your Bow! 3/26/2010
171. O'Hara, J.P. 3/26/2010
172. Old North Sydney 3/26/2010
173. Old Stone Chimney 3/26/2010
174. Old Tunes 3/26/2010
175. On Looking Through An Old Punishment Book [at Eurunderee School] 3/26/2010
176. On The March 1/1/2004
177. On The Night Train 1/1/2004
178. On The Summit Of Mt. Clarence 3/29/2010
179. On The Wallaby 1/3/2003
180. One Hundred And Three 3/29/2010
181. Only A Sod 3/29/2010
182. Otherside 3/29/2010
183. Our Mistress And Our Queen 3/29/2010
184. Out Back 12/31/2002
185. Out On The Roofs Of Hell 3/26/2010
186. Outback 1/1/2004
187. Outside 3/29/2010
188. Outside 3/26/2010
189. Over The Ranges And Into The West 3/26/2010
190. Past Carin' 12/31/2002
191. Peddling Round The World 3/26/2010
192. Peter Anderson And Co. 12/31/2002
193. Pigeon Toes 3/26/2010
194. Possum A Lay Of New Chumland 3/29/2010
195. Poverty 3/26/2010
196. Queen Hilda Of Virland 1/1/2004
197. Rain In The Mountains 3/29/2010
198. Reedy River 1/1/2004
199. Rejected 3/26/2010
200. Republican Pioneers 1/1/2004
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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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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