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Henry Lawson

Henry Lawson

Harry Stephens

So the world of odds and evens ceased to trouble Harry Stephens,
and the niggard road no longer echoes to his lonely tread.
For another bushman found him with his ‘bluey’ wrapped around him, sleeping like a bushman, only sleeping with the mighty dead.
And the shadows were upon him, and they found a ticket on him– just a relic of a battle that was lately lost and won.
And it told the stray Camboonian he’d been loyal to his union (right or wrong)– he had been loyal to the strike of ‘91’.

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The Ships That Won’T Go Down

We hear a great commotion 'Bout the ship that comes to grief… That founders in mid-ocean, Or is driven on a reef; Because it’s cheap and brittle
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 world-wide ranger,
The Drunkard’s Vision

A public parlour in the slums, The haunt of vice and villainy, Where things are said unfit to hea… And things are done unfit to see; ’Mid ribald jest and reckless song…
Stand by the Engines

On the moonlighted decks there are… While smoothly the steamer is hold… And the old folks are chatting on… And the lads and the lassies go st… Some gaze half-entranced on the be…
The Bush Girl

So you rode from the range where y… Through the ghostly, grey Bush in… You rode slowly at first, lest her… That you were so glad to be gone; You had scarcely the courage to gl…
In the Street

Where the needle-woman toils Through the night with hand and br… Till the sickly daylight shudders… Till her eyes seem to crawl, And her brain seems to creep—
Above Crow’s Nest [sydney]

A BLANKET low and leaden, Though rent across the west, Whose darkness seems to deaden The brightest and the best; A sunset white and staring
Mary Called Him ‘Mister’

They’d parted but a year before—sh… She stammer’d, blushed, held out h… How could he know that all the whi… He called her ‘Miss le Brook,’ an… They’d parted but a year before; t…
The Motor Car

The motor car is sullen, like a th… The motor car is master of Smart… ’Twas born of sweated genius and c… ’Twas planned by Retribution to r… And straight for Caesar’s Column,
In the Day’s When We Are Dead

Listen! The end draws nearer, Nearer the morning—or night— And I see with a vision clearer That the beginning was right! These shall be words to remember
Bourke

I’ve followed all my tracks and wa… I’ve been right back to boyhood’s… But every dream and every track—an… They all lead on, or they lead bac… No sign that green grass ever grew…
Lake Eliza

The sand was heavy on our feet, A Christmas sky was o’er us, And half a mile through dust and h… Lake ’Liza lay before us. ‘You’ll have a long and heavy tram…
The Crucifixion

They sunk a post into the ground Where their leaders bade them stop… It was a man’s height, and they sp… A crosspiece to the top. They bound it well with thongs of…
Because my Father’s One

It was the King of Virland— O he was angry then— That rode to crush rebellion With twenty thousand men. His enemies he scattered
At the Beating of a Drum

Fear ye not the stormy future, for… And the armies of Australia shall… The glorious words and music of A… When her true hearts rush together… We may not be there to hear it– 't…



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