Jack Cornstalk as a Drover
“Dry scrub and dusty clearing
The long, hot, drowsy day;
The land line ever nearing
And ever far away.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Introduction – A Glimpse of Boyhood
“Boys out there by the western creeks,
Who hurry away from school,
To climb the spurs of the breezy peaks,
Or dive in the shaded pool”
poem by Henry Lawson
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Jack Cornstalk as a Lover
'For he rides hard to dull the pain,
Who rides from him who loves him best;
But he rides slowly home again,
Whose restless heart must rove for rest.'
poem by Henry Lawson
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Charley Turner
When Charley sang of Polan’s Death
‘Twould stir your heart and soul an’
you’d grip your seat and hold your breath.
And want to fight for Polan’
poem by Henry Lawson
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To My Friends
These are songs of the Friends I neglected—
And the Foes, too, in part;
These are songs that were mostly rejected—
And songs from my heart.
Yours truly.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Send Round the Hat
Now this is the creed from the Book of the Bush –
Should be simple and plain to a dunce:
"If a man’s in a hole you must pass round the hat –
Were he jail-bird or gentleman once."
poem by Henry Lawson
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Advertisement for Hean’s Essence
If yer gotter corf about yer,
Gotter corf –
Gotter corf –
If yer gotter corf about yer,
Gotter cord –
Feelin’ orf –
Have some horse sense;
Take HEAN’S ESSENCE –
It will rid yer of that corf.
That’s a cert.
poem by Henry Lawson
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The Western Stars
On my blankets I was lyin’
Too tired to lift my head,
An’ the long hot day was dyin’
An’ I wished that I was dead.
From the West the gold was driven.
I watched the death of day,
An’ the distant stars of Heaven
Seemed to draw my heart away.
poem by Henry Lawson
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In Possum Land
In Possum Land the nights are fair,
The streams are fresh and clear;
No dust is in the moonlit air;
No traffic jars the ear.
With Possums gambolling overhead,
'Neath western stars so grand,
Ah! would that we could make our bed
Tonight in Possum Land.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Caricatures
There are writers great and writers small
And writers on the spree;
And writers short and writers tall,
And bards of low degree.
There are artists small and artist great,
With lines both bold and free –
It takes a Low to illustrate
Us bards of low degree.
poem by Henry Lawson
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