Henry Lawson

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

Poems of Henry Lawson

81. Dan, The Wreck 12/31/2002
82. Dawgs of War 3/26/2010
83. Divorced 3/26/2010
84. Do You Think That I Do Not Know? 3/26/2010
85. Down the River 3/26/2010
86. Eureka 1/1/2004
87. Eurunderee 12/31/2002
88. Every Man Should have a Rifle 1/1/2004
89. Everyone's Friend 3/26/2010
90. Everyone's Friend 3/29/2010
91. Faces In The Street 12/31/2002
92. Fall In, My Men, Fall In 1/1/2004
93. Fall In, My Men, Fall In 3/29/2010
94. Fighting Hard 3/26/2010
95. For all the Land to See: A Song of the Tools 3/26/2010
96. For Australia 1/1/2004
97. For He Was a Jolly Good Fellow 3/26/2010
98. For'ard 1/1/2004
99. Foreign Lands 3/26/2010
100. Freedom on the Wallaby 1/1/2004

`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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