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    Song of the Dardanelles and Other Verses
    Song of the Dardanelles and Other Verses
    Song of the Dardanelles and Other Verses
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    Song of the Dardanelles and Other Verses

    By Henry Lawson

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    Henry Lawson's poems narrate the rawness of life in the Australian bush between the late 19th and early 20th century, among humble herdsmen, sheep shearers and itinerant labourers, the compassion for the fates of others, the active solidarity, the austerity of the situations in which women and children live at the mercy of an impervious landscape. Lawson portrays them with great empathy and is able to capture the strenuous struggle to survive in a hostile world and the courage to face the unknown.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGood Press
    Release dateNov 9, 2021
    ISBN4066338083500
    Song of the Dardanelles and Other Verses
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    Henry Lawson

    Henry Lawson was born in Grenfell, NSW, in 1867. At 14 he became totally deaf, an affliction which many have suggested rendered his world all the more vivid and subsequently enlivened his later writing. After a stint of coach painting, he edited a periodical, The Republican, and began writing verse and short stories. His first work of short fiction appeared in the Bulletin in 1888. He travelled and wrote short fiction and poetry throughout his life and published numerous collections of both even as his marriage collapsed and he descended into poverty and mental illness. He died in 1922, leaving his wife and two children.

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      Song of the Dardanelles and Other Verses - Henry Lawson

      Henry Lawson

      Song of the Dardanelles and Other Verses

      Published by Good Press, 2022

      [email protected]

      EAN 4066338083500

      Table of Contents

      Peddling Round the World

      Grey Wolves Grey

      A New John Bull

      Callaghan’s Hotel

      The March of Ivan

      Mostly Slavonic

      I.—Peter Michaelov

      II.—The Brandenburgers

      III.—The Blue Danube

      IV.—The Peasantry

      V.—The Russian March

      The Fairy West

      Dawgs of War

      A Slight Misunderstanding at the Jasper Gate

      A Mixed Battle Song

      The Three Quiet Gentlemen

      The Unknown God A Phantasy of Optimism.

      The Captains

      A Dirge of Joy

      The Vanguard

      Said the Kaiser to the Spy

      The Old Stockman’s Lament

      A Fantasy of War

      A Mate Can Do No Wrong

      The Lady of the Motor-Car

      Young Kings and Old

      Next Door

      The Route March

      Fighting Hard

      Booth’s Drum

      My Army, O, My Army!

      THE END

      The wirelesstells and the cable tells

      How our boys behaved by the Dardanelles.

      Some thought in their hearts Will our boys make good?

      We knew them of old and we knew they would!

      Knew they would—

      Knew they would;

      We were mates of old and we knew they would.

      They laughed and they larked and they loved likewise,

      For blood is warm under Southern skies;

      They knew not Pharoah (’tis understood),

      And they got into scrapes, as we knew they would.

      Knew they would—

      Knew they would;

      And they got into scrapes, as we knew they would.

      They chafed in the dust of an old dead land

      At the long months’ drill in the scorching sand;

      But they knew in their hearts it was for their good,

      And they saw it through as we knew they would.

      Knew they would—

      Knew they would;

      And they saw it through as we knew they would.

      The Coo-ee called through the Mena Camp,

      And an army roared like the Ocean’s tramp

      On a gale-swept beach in her wildest mood,

      Till the Pyramids shook as we knew they would.

      Knew they would—

      Knew they would.

      (And the Sphinx woke up as we knew she would.)

      They were shipped like sheep when the dawn was grey;

      (But their officers knew that no lambs were they).

      They squatted and perched where’er they could,

      And they blanky-ed for joy as we knew they would.

      Knew they would—

      Knew they would;

      They blanky-ed for joy as we knew they would.

      The sea was hell and the shore was hell,

      With mine, entanglement, shrapnel and shell,

      But they stormed the heights as Australians should,

      And they fought and they died as we knew they would.

      Knew they would—

      Knew they would;

      They fought and they died as we knew they would.

      From the southern hills and the city lanes,

      From the sandwaste lone and the Blacksoil Plains;

      The youngest and strongest of England’s brood!—

      They’ll win for the South as we knew they would.

      Knew they would—

      Knew they would;

      They’ll win for the South as we knew they would.

      Peddling Round the World

      Table of Contents

      Whenat first in foreign parts

      Was her flag unfurled,

      England was a Gipsy lass

      Peddling round the world.

      Sailing on the Spanish Main—

      Everywhere you roam—

      Peddling in the Persian Gulf

      Things she’d made at home.

      Peddling round the world,

      Peddling round the world—

      England was a Gipsy lass

      Peddling round the world.

      Englandneverwanted war,

      Not on land or sea—

      Other nations rising up

      Couldn’t let her be.

      England only wanted peace,

      And the ocean’s breath;

      So there came, in course of time,

      Queen Elizabeth.

      Queen Elizabeth—

      Queen Elizabeth—

      Came a plain, bad-tempered queen,

      Called Elizabeth.

      Queen Elizabeth, she called

      Drake, and Raleigh too—

      Essex, Howard, and the rest

      Of the pirate crew;

      See what you can do, she said.

      "England’s feeling sick—

      If you don’t, I’ll hang you all!

      Better do it quick."

      Better do it quick, she said—

      Better do it quick;

      And they knew she’d keep her word,

      So they did it quick.

      Drake and Raleigh sailed away—

      (Only Bess they feared)

      Cleared the Spanish Main and singed

      The King of Spain his beard—

      Singed the King of Spain his beard,

      And his hair they

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