Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон)

All Ashore!

The rattling ‘donkey’ ceases,
The bell says we must part,
You long slab of good-nature,
And poetry and art!

We’ll miss your smile in Sydney,
We’ll miss your care-free air;
Where care-free airs are needed
And grins are growing rare,

Good Health! Good pay! Good liquor,
And good pals, night and day,
Good morning and good evening –
God bless you, Hugh McCrae!

1. The Poets of the Tomb
2. Second Class Wait Here
3. The Ballad of the Elder Son
4. The Cattle-Dog's Death
5. The New Chum Jackaroo

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