Poems by Henry Lawson
The Wattle [No better Right Than I]
... I've fought it through the world since then, ...
The Three Kings [1]
... When our hearts are young and the world is wide, and the heights seem grand to climb ...
The Foreign Drunk
... And say The brute!hes drinking! ...
The Scamps
... With a flag that is dyed with our hearts-blood unfurled, ...
'Bush Hay'
... But he gained the strength that is still with him ...
The Ballad of the Black-Sheep
... Ill go where theres fighting and die there, said he ...
The Prime of Life
... Theyll work in the store while I see the world, and Ill let them share the till ...
The Labour Agitator
... Till the Truth has sealed the fate ...
The Briny Grave
... But you rest just as sound when youre anchored deep ...
Ireland Shall Rebel
... From Irish hearts shall swell: ...
The Women of the Town
... They have sold their bodies and would sell their souls for drink to drown ...
The Three Quiet Gentlemen
... While eyes of men are dried in Hell and hearts of men are iced ...
Barta
... Let friends and kinsfolk work their worst, ...
'Outside'
... I want to be making my ship-board friends, ...
A May Night on the Mountains
... There is something wrong with this star of ours, ...
