Nineteen Nine

There's a light out there in the nearer east
In the dawn of Nineteen Nine;
Theres the old ghost light in the salty yeast
Where the black rocks meet the brine.
Heres the same old strife and toil in vain,
Heres the same old hope and doubt,
Heres the same old useless care and pain,
And the sea is my way out,
My dear,
The sea is my way out.
Tis a grey and a sad old sea for me,
With a growing grey head too.
Oh, the heads were brown and the eyes were bright
When the sea was white and blue.
It was round the world and home again,
We could turn and turn about,
And the sea means exile now in vain,
But the sea is my way out,
My dear,
The sea is my way out.

Henry Lawson

Henry Lawson was an Australian writer and poet. Along with Banjo Paterson, he is among the best-known Australian poets and fiction writers of the colonial period and is often called Australia's 'greatest short story writer'. His works frequently document the lives and struggles of rural and outback Australians. Lawson's own life was marked by hardship and struggles including impaired hearing and financial difficulties, which influenced his realist depictions of Australian life. Some of his notable works include 'While the Billy Boils' and 'In the Days When the World was Wide.'

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There were ten of us there on the moonlit quay,
And one on the forard hatch;
No straighter mate to his mates than he
Had ever said: Lens a match!

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The Ports Of The Open Sea

Down here where the ships loom large in
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By the heights like a work Titanic,
By a bluff lined coast volcanic
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Far away from the swift life-changes,
From the wear of the strife that kills,
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They sing of the grandeur of cliffs inland,
But the cliffs of the ocean are truly grand;
And I long to wander and dream and doubt
Where the cliffs by the ocean run out and out.

To the northward far as the eye can reach
Are sandhill, boulder, and sandy beach;
But southward rises the track for me,
Where the cliffs by the ocean run out to sea.

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But the cliffs by the ocean are always there;
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But the cliffs by the ocean are steadfast still.

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The Never-Never Country

By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed,
By railroad, coach, and track,
By lonely graves of our brave dead,
Up-Country and Out-Back:
To where 'neath glorious the clustered stars
The dreamy plains expand,
My home lies wide a thousand miles
In the Never-Never Land.

It lies beyond the farming belt,
Wide wastes of scrub and plain,
A blazing desert in the drought,
A lake-land after rain;
To the sky-line sweeps the waving grass,
Or whirls the scorching sand,
A phantom land, a mystic land!
The Never-Never Land.

Where lone Mount Desolation lies,
Mounts Dreadful and Despair,
'Tis lost beneath the rainless skies
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'Tis lost beneath the rainless skies
In hopeless deserts there;
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Where clouds are seldom seen
To where the cattle stations lie
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