Poems by Henry Lawson
The Good Old Concertina
... When the pint pot passed between us ...
Since the Cities are the Cities
... Days of gibes at street-bred people by the street-bred bards are done ...
The Song of a Prison
... On the cheats that you should have cheated, and the lies that you should have told ...
When Your Sins Come Home to Roost
... Oh! youll find the fowls are heavy and their claws are sharp and deep ...
On Looking Through an old Punishment Book [At Eurunderee School]
... But it comforts me to think that Ive ...
Old Tunes
... Youll need to brace your mouth, old manIm booked by Charons boat ...
My Father-in-Law and I
... Our pints they fill, and we say, Ah, well! ...
Dan Wasnt Thrown from His Horse
... But theyre liars who say he was thrown ...
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... Then he bursts from out his chamber and he grabs his battered hat, ...
The Man from Waterloo (With kind Regards to Banjo)
... Theyd mock him when hed sound the g ...
The Bursting of the Boom
... . . . Well have the pick of empty bunks and lots of stretching room, ...
Gipsy Too
... But Ill tell you the tale of your dead, dead past! ...
The Emigration to New Zealand
... An tho he makes the best of things (it always was his style), ...
A Derry on a Cove
... But, ah! the Bench was rough on him, and gave him six months hard ...
To Roumania
... Were coming do not fret! ...
