Henry Lawson (circa 1917)
While walking with the human tide
I saw a face. A bewildered face.
A pallid face that wore no pride
walking slow and battling on
I thought I'd seen that face before
in a different time, with words of rhyme
that hold little meaning any more
In the past he battled on
He spoke of mateship, droughts and flood
faces in the street, the weary tramp of feet
of how he'd change it if he could
for us he battled on
Do you think that I do not know
of how a man can love, with a pure heart above
true love's a seed we sew
in love he battled on
The battle's over. He's gone from the crowd
no more no more hills to climb
no more pubs to find
So glad he battled on
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