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.
More verses by Henry Lawson
- The Song Of The Darling River
- Lay Your Ears Back And Fight
- Advertisement For Hean’s Essence
- Gs [or The Fourth Cook]
- Jack Cornstalk As A Poet