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But What's The Use

Henry Lawson
But what's the use of writing 'bush',
Though editors demand it,
For city folk, and farming folk,
Can never understand it.
They're blind to what the bushman sees
The best with eyes shut tightest,...
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Available Languages: English

Knocked Up

Henry Lawson
I'm lyin' on the barren ground that's baked and cracked with drought,
And dunno if my legs or back or heart is most wore out;
I've got no spirits left to rise and smooth me achin' brow,...
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Sacred To The Memory Of 'Unknown'

Henry Lawson
Oh, the wild black swans fly westward still,
While the sun goes down in glory,
And away o'er lonely plain and hill
Still runs the same old story:
The sheoaks sigh it all day long,...
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Available Languages: English

Somewhere Up In Queensland

Henry Lawson
He's somewhere up in Queensland,
The old folks used to say;
He's somewhere up in Queensland,
The people say to-day.
But Somewhere (up in Queensland)
That uncle used to know,...
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Available Languages: English

The Pavement Stones (A Song Of The Unemployed)

Henry Lawson
When first I came to town, resolved
To fight my way alone,
No prouder foot than mine e'er trod
Upon the pavement stone;
But I am one in thousands,
And why should I repine?...
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Available Languages: English

The Uncultured Rhymer To His Cultured Critics

Henry Lawson
Fight through ignorance, want, and care,
Through the griefs that crush the spirit;
Push your way to a fortune fair,
And the smiles of the world you'll merit.
Long, as a boy, for the chance to learn,...
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Available Languages: English

The Unknown God

Henry Lawson
The President to Kingdoms,
As in the Days of Old;
The King to the Republic,
As it had been foretold.
They could not read the spelling,
They would not hear the call;
They would not brook the telling...
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Available Languages: English

Till All the Bad Things Came Untrue

Henry Lawson
By blacksoil plains burned grey with drought
Where desert shrubs and grasses grow,
Along the Land of Furthest Out
That only Overlanders know.
I dreamed I camped on river grass...
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Available Languages: English

Uncle Harry

Henry Lawson
Oh, never let on to your own true love
That ever you drank a drop;
That ever you played in a two-up school
Or slept in a sly-grog shop;
That ever a bad girl nursed you round,
That ever you sank so low....
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Available Languages: English

Unknown

Henry Lawson
Oh, the wild black swans fly westward still,
While the sun goes down in glory,
And away o'er lonely plain and hill
Still runs the same old story:
The sheoaks sigh it all day long,...
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Available Languages: English

Up The Country

Henry Lawson
I am back from up the country, very sorry that I went,
Seeking for the Southern poets' land whereon to pitch my tent;
I have lost a lot of idols, which were broken on the track,...
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Available Languages: English
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