Poems by Henry Lawson
Lily
... Neath oaks that sighed through all the year ...
To Jim
... For your own selfs sake, strike hard! ...
The Old Mile-Tree
... When all green leaves seemed dead ...
To The Irish Delegates
... For silenced arc the loyal subjects sneers ...
The Spirits of Our Fathers
... And they sobbed like grown-up children, for their hearts were soft and big ...
Whos Dot Pulleteen?
... individual in question, who might be a German, could easily relieve his injured feelings as follows: ...
Callaghan's Hotel
... Theres the same old walls and woodwork that our fathers built to last, ...
The Alleys
... Mind your head and pick your footsteps for youll grope in alley gloom, ...
The Battling Days
... Its a pleasant trip where they cried, Good luck! There was fun in the steerage then ...
The Boss Over the Board
... Said the Boss, Dont be childish! Its all past and gone ...
Beaten Back
... Where the drought has gorged his spoil ...
The Sleeping Beauty
... Well, thats the yarn, it aint so poor ...
Skaal
... Brothers! Skaal! to brave men, Skaal! ...
The Cattle-Dog's Death
... But the super cried, Theres an answer there! ...
When the Ladies Come to the Shearing Shed
... A stitch in the side, and hes all right now ...
