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Henry Lawson - To JackHenry Lawson - To Jack
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SO, I’ve battled it through on my own, Jack,     I have done with all dreaming and doubt. Though “stoney” to-night and alone, Jack,     I am watching the Old Year out. I have finished with brooding and fears,     Jack, And the spirit is rising in me, For the sake of the old New Years, Jack,     And the bright New Years to be. I have fallen in worldly disgrace, Jack,     And I know very well that you heard; They have blackened my name in this place, Jack,     And I answered them never a word. But why should I bluster or grieve,     Jack? So narrow and paltry they be— I knew you would never believe, Jack,     The lies that were said against me. That is done which shall never be undone,     And I blame not, I blame not my land, But I’m hearing the Calling of London,     And I long for the roar of the Strand. It was always the same with our race,     Jack; You know how a vagabond feels— We can fight a straight man face to face, Jack.     But we can’t keep the curs from our heels. You know I loved women and drink, Jack,     And that’s how the trouble began; But you know that I never would shrink,     Jack, From a deed that was worthy a man! I never was paltry or mean, Jack.     And cruel I never could be, I will give you a hand which is clean,     Jack, When we meet again over the sea. I will bring a few wrinkles of care,     Jack; I have altered a lot, I am told; The steel-filings show in my hair, Jack;     But my heart is as young as of old. I have faith still in women, and men, Jack,     Though selfish and blind they may be. I still have my soul and my pen, Jack,     And my country seems dearer to me. I will sail when your summer sets in, Jack,     And good-bye to my own native land; Oh, I long for a glimpse of your grin, Jack,     And I long for the grip of your hand. We both suffered sorrow and pain, Jack,     And sinned in the days that are done; But we’ll fight the old battle again, Jack,     Where the battle is worth being won.
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