Poems by Henry Lawson
Scots of the Riverina
... But the old man ploughed at daybreak and the old man ploughed till the mirk -- ...
Dan, The Wreck
... In his line. Takes the stage at times, and fills it -- ...
Peter Anderson And Co.
... ht -- they are men who live at night! Peter met you with the comic smile of one who knows you well, ...
The Dons of Spain
... a grand one, Spain! Then here's to the bravest of Freedom's foes who ever with death have stood ...
Said Grenfell to my Spirit
... You have claimed another native place and think its Natures law, ...
The Flour Bin
... To keep those flour bins full! We've been in many countries, ...
Marshall's Mate
... bar died -- the soul of Marshall knows! And now, way out on Dingo Creek, when winter days are late, ...
The Song Of Old Joe Swallow
... When the sun-baked clay an' gravel paves for miles the burnin' creeks, ...
Sez You
... When you've tramped the Sydney pavements till you've counted all the flags, ...
Sweeney
... . . . . . I suppose he's tramping somewhere where the bushmen carry swags, ...
The Cambaroora Star
... I'll help you -- there you are!' Brown was every inch a digger (bronzed and bearded in the South), ...
When The `Army' Prays For Watty
... And the loafers wait for `shouters' and -- they get there just the same ...
Trooper Campbell
... my God, I cannot bear disgrace! `Ah, God in Heaven pardon! ...
The Great Grey Plain
... Where a fierce fire burns the hearts of men -- ...
For'ard'
... For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away like sheep, -- ...
