While The Billy BoilsSearchOn my blankets I was lyin'Too tired to lift my head,An' the long hot day was dyin'An' I wished that I was dead.
From the West the gold was driven.I watched the death of day,An' the distant stars of HeavenSeemed to draw my heart away.
Poem
The Western Stars
by Henry Lawson · 1893
Sources, publication & text notesReference details
Canonical recordPOEM-000713
Copy-textProject Gutenberg Australia, Collected Poems of Henry Lawson (2022), anchor p303; selected digital copy-text retained exactly; wording and layout confirmed against Ironbark Resources under D-180
Source recordSRC-000066
Rights determinationRGT-000790
Text statusCANONICAL TEXT READY
TranscriptionDIPLOMATIC_D208_D180
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