English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Waratah and Wattle. Генри Лоусон.

Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон)

Waratah and Wattle

Though poor and in trouble I wander alone, 
With rebel cockade in my hat, 
Though friends may desert me, and kindred disown, 
My country will never do that! 
You may sing of the Shamrock, the Thistle, the rose, 
Or the three in a bunch, if you will; 
But I know of a country that gathered all those, 
And I love the great land where the Waratah grows. 
And the Wattle-bough blooms on the hill. 

Australia! Australia! so fair to behold- 
While the blue sky is arching above; 
The stranger should never have need to be told, 
That the Wattle-bloom means that her heart is of gold. 
And the Waratah’s red with her love. 

Australia! Australia! most beautiful name, 
Most kindly and bountiful land; 
I would die every death that might save her from shame, 
If a black cloud should rise on the stand; 
But whatever the quarrel, whoever her foes, 
Let them come! Let them come when they will! 
Though the struggle be grim, ’tis Australia that knows 
That her children shall fight while the Waratah grows, 
And the Wattle blooms out on the hill.

Henry Lawson’s other poems:

1. Wide Spaces
2. The Shearers
3. Australian Bards and Bush Reviewers
4. The Uncultured Rhymer to His Cultured Critics
5. The Rhyme of the Three Greybeards

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