When You’re Bad In Your Inside By Henry Lawson

When You’re Bad In Your Inside I remarked that man is saddest, and his heart is filled with woe, When he hasn’t any money, and…

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To An Old Mate By Henry Lawson

To An Old Mate Old Mate! In the gusty old weather, When our hopes and our troubles were new, In the years spent in wearing…

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The Three Quiet Gentlemen By Henry Lawson

The Three Quiet Gentlemen There is a quiet gentleman a-motoring in France (Oh, don’t you hear the honking of a British motor-car?)— Like any quiet…

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The Separation By Henry Lawson

The Separation We knew too little of the world, And you and I were good— ’Twas paltry things that wrecked our lives As well I…

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The Old, Old Story And The New Order By Henry Lawson

The Old, Old Story And The New Order They proved we could not think nor see, They proved we could not write, They proved we…

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The Labour Agitator By Henry Lawson

The Labour Agitator LET the liar call me liar, And the robber call me thief. They can only fan the fire That is born of…

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The Fairy West By Henry Lawson

The Fairy West I. We wrote and sang of a bush we never Had known in youth in the Western land; Of the dear old…

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The Boss’s Boots By Henry Lawson

The Boss’s Boots The Shearers squint along the pens, they squint along the ‘shoots;’ The shearers squint along the board to catch the Boss’s boots;…

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Success By Henry Lawson

Success Did you see that man riding past, With shoulders bowed with care? There’s failure in his eyes to last, And in his heart despair….

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Rewi To Grey The Old Maori Chief’s Last Message By Henry Lawson

Rewi To Grey The Old Maori Chief’s Last Message We have lived till these times, brother, We who lived in this; We have not grown…

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Nemesis By Henry Lawson

Nemesis It is night-time when the saddest and the darkest memories haunt, When outside the printing office the most glaring posters flaunt, When the love-wrong…

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In The Street By Henry Lawson

In The Street Where the needle-woman toils Through the night with hand and brain, Till the sickly daylight shudders like a spectre at the pain…

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For Australia By Henry Lawson

For Australia Now, with the wars of the world begun, they’ll listen to you and me, Now while the frightened nations run to the arms…

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Broken Axletree By Henry Lawson

Broken Axletree On the Track of Grand Endeavour, on the long track out to Bourke, Past the Turn-Back, and past Howlong, and the pub at…

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As Far As Your Rifles Cover By Henry Lawson

As Far As Your Rifles Cover Do you think, you slaves of a thousand years to poverty, wealth and pride, You can crush the spirit…

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A Little Mistake By Henry Lawson

A Little Mistake ’Tis a yarn I heard of a new-chum ‘trap’ On the edge of the Never-Never, Where the dead men lie and the…

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What Have We All Forgotten By Henry Lawson

What Have We All Forgotten WHAT have we all forgotten, at the break of the seventh year? With a nation born to the ages and…

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The Way I Treated Father [a Bush Song] By Henry Lawson

The Way I Treated Father [a Bush Song] I WORKED with father in the bush At splitting rails and palings. He never was unkind to…

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The Squatter, Three Cornstalks, And The Well By Henry Lawson

The Squatter, Three Cornstalks, And The Well There was a Squatter in the land— So runs the truthful tale I tell— There also were three…

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The Roaring Days By Henry Lawson

The Roaring Days The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days of Gold;…

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The Men Who Live It Down By Henry Lawson

The Men Who Live It Down I have sinned, like others, blindly, without thought and without fear, And my best friends say it kindly, ‘You…

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The Heart Of The Swag By Henry Lawson

The Heart Of The Swag Oh, the track through the scrub groweth ever more dreary, And lower and lower his grey head doth bow; For…

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The Day Before I Die By Henry Lawson

The Day Before I Die There’s such a lot of work to do, for such a troubled head! I’m scribbling this against a book, with…

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The Ballad Of The Rousabout By Henry Lawson

The Ballad Of The Rousabout A Rouseabout of rouseabouts, from any land—or none— I bear a nick-name of the bush, and I’m—a woman’s son; I…

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Shearer’s Song By Henry Lawson

Shearer’s Song The season is over; The shearing is done; The wages are paid; and The ‘sprees’ have begun. But never a shanty Gets sight…

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Out On The Roofs Of Hell By Henry Lawson

Out On The Roofs Of Hell SING us a song in this cynical age, Sing us a song, my friend, While the Flesh and the…

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Middleton’s Rouseabout By Henry Lawson

Middleton’s Rouseabout Tall and freckled and sandy, Face of a country lout; This was the picture of Andy, Middleton’s Rouseabout. Type of a coming nation,…

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His Brother’s Keeper By Henry Lawson

His Brother’s Keeper By his paths through the parched desolation, Hot rides and the terrible tramps; By the hunger, the thirst, the privation Of his…

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Divorced By Henry Lawson

Divorced TWO COUPLES are drifting the self-same way (Men of the world know well) From the ballroom glare as the night grows grey (Men of…

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Bill And Jim Fall Out By Henry Lawson

Bill And Jim Fall Out Bill and Jim are mates no longer—they would scorn the name of mate— Those two bushmen hate each other with…

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A Voice From The City By Henry Lawson

A Voice From The City On western plain and eastern hill Where once my fancy ranged, The station hands are riding still And they are…

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Written Out By Henry Lawson

Written Out Sing the song of the reckless, who care not what they do; Sing the song of a sinner and the song of a…

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To Victor Daley By Henry Lawson

To Victor Daley I thought that silence would be best, But I a call have heard, And, Victor, after all the rest, I well might…

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The Vanguard [1] By Henry Lawson

The Vanguard [1] While the crippled cruisers stagger where the blind horizon dips, And the ocean ooze is rising round the sunken battle-ships, While the…

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The Song Of Old Joe Swallow By Henry Lawson

The Song Of Old Joe Swallow When I was up the country in the rough and early days, I used to work along ov Jimmy…

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The Pavement Stones A Song Of The Unemployed By Henry Lawson

The Pavement Stones A Song Of The Unemployed WHEN first I came to town, resolved To fight my way alone, No prouder foot than mine…

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The Lily Of St Leonards By Henry Lawson

The Lily Of St Leonards ’TIS sunrise over Watson, Where I sailed out to sea, On that wild run to London That wrecked and ruined…

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The Gathering Of The Brown-Eyed By Henry Lawson

The Gathering Of The Brown-Eyed The brown eyes came from Asia, where all mystery is true, Ere the masters of Soul Secrets dreamed of hazel,…

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The Cambaroora Star By Henry Lawson

The Cambaroora Star So you’re writing for a paper? Well, it’s nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy little screw;…

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That There Dog O’ Mine By Henry Lawson

That There Dog O’ Mine Macquarie the shearer had met with an accident. To tell the truth, he had been in a drunken row at…

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Seaweed, Tussock And Fern By Henry Lawson

Seaweed, Tussock And Fern Emblems of storm and danger, Spindrift and mountain stern, Plants that welcome the stranger— Seaweed, tussock, and fern. Known to the…

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Old Stone Chimney By Henry Lawson

Old Stone Chimney The rising moon on the peaks was blending Her silver light with the sunset glow, When a swagman came as the day…

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Keeping His First Wife Now By Henry Lawson

Keeping His First Wife Now IT’S OH! for a rivet in marriage bonds, And a splice in the knot untied— The sanctity of the marriage…

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Grace Jennings Carmicheal By Henry Lawson

Grace Jennings Carmicheal I hate the pen, the foolscap fair, The poet’s corner, and the page, For Grief and Death are written there, In every…

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Cherry- Tree Inn By Henry Lawson

Cherry- Tree Inn The rafters are open to sun, moon, and star, Thistles and nettles grow high in the bar — The chimneys are crumbling,…

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Australia’s Peril By Henry Lawson

Australia’s Peril We must suffer, husband and father, we must suffer, daughter and son, For the wrong we have taken part in and the wrong…

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Who’ll Wear The Beaten Colours By Henry Lawson

Who’ll Wear The Beaten Colours Who’ll wear the beaten colours—and cheer the beaten men? Who’ll wear the beaten colours, till our time comes again? Where…

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To A Pair Of Blucher Boots By Henry Lawson

To A Pair Of Blucher Boots OLD acquaintance unforgotten, Though you may be “ugly brutes”— Though your leather’s cracked and rotten, Worn-out pair of Blucher…

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The Things We Dare Not Tell By Henry Lawson

The Things We Dare Not Tell The fields are fair in autumn yet, and the sun’s still shining there, But we bow our heads and…

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The Shanty On The Rise By Henry Lawson

The Shanty On The Rise When the caravans of wool-teams climbed the ranges from the West, On a spur among the mountains stood `The Bullock-drivers’…

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The Old Bark School By Henry Lawson

The Old Bark School It was built of bark and poles, and the floor was full of holes Where each leak in rainy weather made…

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The King And Queen And I By Henry Lawson

The King And Queen And I Oh, Scotty, have you visited the Picture Gallery, And did you see the portraits of the King and Queen…

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The Federal City By Henry Lawson

The Federal City OH! the folly, the waste, and the pity! Oh, the time that is flung behind! They are seeking a site for a…

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The Boss Over The Board By Henry Lawson

The Boss Over The Board When he’s over a rough and unpopular shed, With the sins of the bank and the men on his head;…

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Statue Of Robert Burns By Henry Lawson

Statue Of Robert Burns To a town in Southern land Light of purse I come and lone; And I pause awhile, and stand By a…

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Queen Hilda Of Virland By Henry Lawson

Queen Hilda Of Virland PART I Queen Hilda rode along the lines, And she was young and fair; And forward on her shoulders fell The…

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Ned’s Delicate Way By Henry Lawson

Ned’s Delicate Way Ned knew I was short of tobacco one day, And that I was too proud to ask for it; He hated such…

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In The Storm That Is To Come By Henry Lawson

In The Storm That Is To Come By our place in the midst of the furthest seas we were fated to stand alone – When…

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For Ard By Henry Lawson

For Ard It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there’s near a hundred for’ard, and they’re stowed away like sheep, —…

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Brighten’s Sister-In-Law [or The Carrier’s Story] By Henry Lawson

Brighten’s Sister-In-Law [or The Carrier’s Story] AT A POINT where the old road crosses The river, and turns to the right, I’d camped with the…

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