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Henry Lawson
Henry Lawson

The Legend of Mammon Castle

The Legend of Mammon Castle

IN THE days that will be olden after many years are gone,
Ere the world emerged from darkness floating out into the dawn,

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Henry Lawson
Henry Lawson

The League of Nations

The League of Nations

Light on the towns and cities, and peace for evermore!
The Big Five met in the world's light as many had met before,
And th…

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Henry Lawson
Henry Lawson

The Last Review

The Last Review

Turn the light down, nurse, and leave me, while I hold my last review,
For
the Bush
is slipping from me, and the town is …

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Henry Lawson
Henry Lawson

The Labour Agitator

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 my belief.

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Henry Lawson
Henry Lawson

The King and Queen and I

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 and me?
The portra…

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Henry Lawson
Henry Lawson

The King (II)

The King (II)

And now a son has come again
To keep the peace or strike the blow,
And have a long, great, glorious reign,
Through calm or …

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Henry Lawson
Henry Lawson

The Hymn of the Socialists

The Hymn of the Socialists

By the bodies and minds and souls that rot in a common stye
In the city’s offal-holes, where the dregs of its horrors lie —

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Henry Lawson
Henry Lawson

The Iron Wedding Rings

The Iron Wedding Rings

In these days of peace and money, free to all the Commonweal,
There are ancient dames in Buckland wearing wedding rings of steel; …

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Henry Lawson
Henry Lawson

The Heart of the Swag

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 the swagman is ol…

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Henry Lawson
Henry Lawson

The Grog-an'Grumble Steeplechase

The Grog-an'Grumble Steeplechase

'Twixt the coastline and the border lay the town of Grog-an'-Grumble
In the days before the bushman was a dull 'n' heart…

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Henry Lawson
Henry Lawson

The Good Old Concertina

The Good Old Concertina

’Twas merry when the hut was full
Of jolly girls and fellows.
We danced and sang until we burst
The concertina’s …

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Henry Lawson
Henry Lawson

The Great Grey Plain

The Great Grey Plain

Out West, where the stars are brightest,
Where the scorching north wind blows,
And the bones of the dead gleam whitest,

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Henry Lawson
Henry Lawson

The Ghost

The Ghost

Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide,
Came a ghost, and for a moment walked in silence by my side --
Now my hear…

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Henry Lawson
Henry Lawson

The Glass On The Bar

The Glass On The Bar

Three bushmen one morning rode up to an inn,
And one of them called for the drinks with a grin;
They'd only returned from a …

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Henry Lawson
Henry Lawson

The Gathering of the Brown-Eyed

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, grey, and blu…

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Henry Lawson
Henry Lawson

The Free-Selector's Daughter

The Free-Selector's Daughter

I met her on the Lachlan Side -A
darling girl I thought her,

And ere I left I swore I'd win
The free…

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Henry Lawson
Henry Lawson

The Flour Bin

The Flour Bin

By Lawson's Hill, near Mudgee,
On old Eurunderee –
The place they called "New Pipeclay",
Where the diggers used to be –

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Henry Lawson
Henry Lawson

The First Dingo

The First Dingo

The kangaroo was formed to run,
but not from man alone it
ran before the horse or gun
or native dog was known.
It…

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Henry Lawson
Henry Lawson

The Fire At Ross's Farm

The Fire At Ross's Farm

The squatter saw his pastures wide
Decrease, as one by one

The farmers moving to the west
Selected on his…

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Henry Lawson
Henry Lawson

The Federal City

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 city, whose eyes shall be alway…

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Henry Lawson
Henry Lawson

The Empty Glass

The Empty Glass

THERE ARE three lank bards in a borrowed room—
Ah! The number is one too few—
They have deemed their home and the bars unfit

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Henry Lawson
Henry Lawson

The Drunkard's Vision

The Drunkard's Vision

A public parlour in the slums,
The haunt of vice and villainy,
Where things are said unfit to hear,
And things are …

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Henry Lawson
Henry Lawson

The Drums of Ages

The Drums of Ages

Drums of all that’s right and wrong—of love and hate and scorn,
And the new-born baby hears them and it wails when it is born.

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Henry Lawson
Henry Lawson

The Drovers

The Drovers

Shrivelled leather, rusty buckles, and the rot is in our knuckles,
Scorched for months upon the pommel while the brittle rein hung free;

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