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The Ballad Of Henry Lawson (1993 Digital Remaster) - Slim Dusty

Theres an Aussie we all know where the western breezes blow

From north to south he's known far and wide

Henry Lawson was his name but he never rose to fame

Until he crossed beyond the great divide

In a little place called Grenfell when the gold was flowing free

And the miners and their money came went

In 1867 when the town was on the spree

Henry Lawson he was born there in a tent

He grew into a lanky lad when Gulgong was his home

His mind was bright he had those itchy feet

He wrote a string of verses of the days he used to roam

From dusty track outback to city streets

He drifted with the drovers across the western plains

And he waltzed Matilda down the Lachlan side

From the Barcoo to the Murray in droughts and flooding rains

Oh the bush was both his mother and his pride

He passed by plain and mountain and by burning desert sand

By shearing shed and lonely cattle camp

And when the beer was flowing he was there to lend a hand

With the mates that share his life upon the tramp

He sang of wild bush brumbies and the teamsters and their teams

Of outer tracks that only Bushmen know

He saw the mail coach coming by plains and mountain streams

And he wrote about the lights of Cobb & Co

He told of lonely men outback and women of the west

Of folk that fought to live in factory towns

But the swaggies of the old bush school were the ones he knew the best

Where the waters of the Darling wander down

He boiled his billy back of Bourke and starved in City Park

He penned his poems in a shaky scrawl

But of all the old bush poets who have passed and left their mark

Henry Lawson was the greatest of them all

Theres an Aussie we all know where the western breezes blow

From north to south hes known far and wide

Henry Lawson was his name but he never rose to fame

Until he crossed beyond the great divide

Until he crossed beyond the great divide