In the Days When the World Was Wide, and Other Verses

Part 1

Produced by A. Light and L. Bowser

IN THE DAYS WHEN THE WORLD WAS WIDE AND OTHER VERSES

(2 ed.)

by Henry Lawson

First Edition printed February 1896,

Reprinted August 1896, October 1896, March 1898, and November 1898;

Revised Edition, January 1900;

Reprinted May 1903, February 1910, June 1912, and July 1913.

PREFACE

Most of the verses contained in this volume were first published in the Sydney 'Bulletin'; others in the Brisbane 'Boomerang', Sydney 'Freeman's Journal', 'Town and Country Journal', 'Worker', and 'New Zealand Mail', whose editors and proprietors I desire to thank for past kindnesses and for present courtesy in granting me the right of reproduction in book form.

'In the Days When the World was Wide' was written in Maoriland and some of the other verses in Victoria, Queensland and Western Australia.

The dates of original publication are given in the Table of Contents. Those undated are now printed for the first time.

HENRY LAWSON.

To J. F. Archibald

To an Old Mate

Old Mate! In the gusty old weather, When our hopes and our troubles were new, In the years spent in wearing out leather, I found you unselfish and true -- I have gathered these verses together For the sake of our friendship and you.

You may think for awhile, and with reason, Though still with a kindly regret, That I've left it full late in the season To prove I remember you yet; But you'll never judge me by their treason Who profit by friends -- and forget.

I remember, Old Man, I remember -- The tracks that we followed are clear -- The jovial last nights of December, The solemn first days of the year, Long tramps through the clearings and timber, Short partings on platform and pier.

I can still feel the spirit that bore us, And often the old stars will shine -- I remember the last spree in chorus For the sake of that other Lang Syne, When the tracks lay divided before us, Your path through the future and mine.

Through the frost-wind that cut like whip-lashes, Through the ever-blind haze of the drought -- And in fancy at times by the flashes Of light in the darkness of doubt -- I have followed the tent poles and ashes Of camps that we moved further out.

You will find in these pages a trace of That side of our past which was bright, And recognise sometimes the face of A friend who has dropped out of sight -- I send them along in the place of The letters I promised to write.

CONTENTS WITH FIRST LINES:

To an Old Mate Old Mate! In the gusty old weather,

In the Days When the World was Wide The world is narrow and ways are short, and our lives are dull and slow, [Dec. -- 1894]

Faces in the Street They lie, the men who tell us in a loud decisive tone [July -- 1888]

The Roaring Days The night too quickly passes [Dec. -- 1889]

'For'ard' It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, [Dec. -- 1893]

The Drover's Sweetheart An hour before the sun goes down [June -- 1891]

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Out Back The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought, [Sept. -- 1893]

The Free-Selector's Daughter I met her on the Lachlan Side -- [May -- 1891]

'Sez You' When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, [Mar. -- 1894]

Andy's Gone With Cattle Our Andy's gone to battle now [Oct. -- 1888]

Jack Dunn of Nevertire It chanced upon the very day we'd got the shearing done, [Aug. -- 1892]

Trooper Campbell One day old Trooper Campbell [Apr. -- 1891]

The Sliprails and the Spur The colours of the setting sun [July -- 1899]

Past Carin' Now up and down the siding brown [Aug. -- 1899]

The Glass on the Bar Three bushmen one morning rode up to an inn, [Apr. -- 1890]

The Shanty on the Rise When the caravans of wool-teams climbed the ranges from the West, [Dec. -- 1891]

The Vagabond White handkerchiefs wave from the short black pier [Aug. -- 1895]

Sweeney It was somewhere in September, and the sun was going down, [Dec. -- 1893]

Middleton's Rouseabout Tall and freckled and sandy, [Mar. -- 1890]

The Ballad of the Drover Across the stony ridges, [Mar. -- 1889]

Taking His Chance They stood by the door of the Inn on the Rise; [June -- 1892]

When the 'Army' Prays for Watty When the kindly hours of darkness, save for light of moon and star, [May -- 1893]

The Wreck of the 'Derry Castle' Day of ending for beginnings! [Dec. -- 1887]

Ben Duggan Jack Denver died on Talbragar when Christmas Eve began, [Dec. -- 1891]

The Star of Australasia We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime;

The Great Grey Plain Out West, where the stars are brightest, [Sept. -- 1893]

The Song of Old Joe Swallow When I was up the country in the rough and early days, [May -- 1890]

Corny Bill His old clay pipe stuck in his mouth, [May -- 1892]

Cherry-Tree Inn The rafters are open to sun, moon, and star,

Up the Country I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- [July -- 1892]

Knocked Up I'm lyin' on the barren ground that's baked and cracked with drought, [Aug. -- 1893]

The Blue Mountains Above the ashes straight and tall, [Dec. -- 1888]

The City Bushman It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, [Aug. -- 1892]

Eurunderee There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not, [Aug. -- 1891]

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Mount Bukaroo Only one old post is standing -- [Dec. -- 1889]

The Fire at Ross's Farm The squatter saw his pastures wide [Apr. -- 1891]

The Teams A cloud of dust on the long white road, [Dec. -- 1889]

Cameron's Heart The diggings were just in their glory when Alister Cameron came, [July -- 1891]

The Shame of Going Back When you've come to make a fortune and you haven't made your salt, [Oct. -- 1891]

Since Then I met Jack Ellis in town to-day -- [Nov. -- 1895]

Peter Anderson and Co. He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, [Aug. -- 1895]

When the Children Come Home On a lonely selection far out in the West [Dec. -- 1890]

Dan, the Wreck Tall, and stout, and solid-looking,

A Prouder Man Than You If you fancy that your people came of better stock than mine, [June -- 1892]

The Song and the Sigh The creek went down with a broken song, [Mar. -- 1889]

The Cambaroora Star So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new [Dec. -- 1891]

After All The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town;

Marshall's Mate You almost heard the surface bake, and saw the gum-leaves turn -- [July -- 1895]

The Poets of the Tomb The world has had enough of bards who wish that they were dead, [Oct. -- 1892]

Australian Bards and Bush Reviewers While you use your best endeavour to immortalise in verse [Feb. -- 1894]

The Ghost Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide, [Aug. -- 1889]

IN THE DAYS WHEN THE WORLD WAS WIDE AND OTHER VERSES

In the Days When the World was Wide

The world is narrow and ways are short, and our lives are dull and slow, For little is new where the crowds resort, and less where the wanderers go; Greater, or smaller, the same old things we see by the dull road-side -- And tired of all is the spirit that sings of the days when the world was wide.

When the North was hale in the march of Time, and the South and the West were new, And the gorgeous East was a pantomime, as it seemed in our boyhood's view; When Spain was first on the waves of change, and proud in the ranks of pride, And all was wonderful, new and strange in the days when the world was wide.

Then a man could fight if his heart were bold, and win if his faith were true -- Were it love, or honour, or power, or gold, or all that our hearts pursue; Could live to the world for the family name, or die for the family pride, Could fly from sorrow, and wrong, and shame in the days when the world was wide.

They sailed away in the ships that sailed ere science controlled the main, When the strong, brave heart of a man prevailed as 'twill never prevail again; They knew not whither, nor much they cared -- let Fate or the winds decide -- The worst of the Great Unknown they dared in the days when the world was wide.

They raised new stars on the silent sea that filled their hearts with awe; They came to many a strange countree and marvellous sights they saw. The villagers gaped at the tales they told, and old eyes glistened with pride -- When barbarous cities were paved with gold in the days when the world was wide.

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