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Born in June 17, 1867 / Died in September 2, 1922 / United Kingdom / English

Poems by Henry Lawson

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Take It Fightin’

... ) When you’re down an’ out an’ utter, ...

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The Australian Marseillaise

... Crumbling now, they should not trust them, ...

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The Heart of the Swag

... There were farewells that should have been said for the last time, ...

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'Broken Axletree'

... And the hell for which we bartered horse and trap and “traps” and tent! ...

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The Sorrows of a Simple Bard

... Blouse-sleeves back from white arms clinging—clinging while she will not yield, ...

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The Stringy-Bark Tree

... Though you ride through long gullies a twelve months you’ll see ...

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Second Class wait here

... " And the others seemed like burglars, slouched and muffled to the throats, ...

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Robbie's Statue

... ‘They knew one verse of “Auld Lang Syne—” ...

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Nemesis

... Ah, we well might howl for vengeance, we who killed for killing’s sake— ...

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The Hymn of the Socialists

... But we swear to strike eer that time has birth with the whole of our gathered might! ...

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Hawkers

... Where the tailboard clings to the tucker and things – ...

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Trouble on the Selection

... He’ll eat till he gets ‘blown’ on that ...

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'Everyone's Friend'

... )— Still by the nick-name he is known— ...

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Out on the Roofs of Hell

... For the credit is short and the flour is low— ...

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The Old Stockman's Lament

...  With their tails sticking out of their trunks ...