Shearer’s Song Poem by Henry Lawson

Shearer’s Song

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The season is over;
The shearing is done;
The wages are paid; and
The ‘sprees’ have begun.
But never a shanty
Gets sight of my cheques;
For far down the Murray
My Annie expects
A heart that is faithful,
A head that is clear,
And sufficient provisions
To last for a year.

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Henry Lawson

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Grenfell, New South Wales
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