Many thanks for that, Sandra. It is very interesting, albeit difficult (physically), reading. Have you read his 'Who wrote the ballads'? He wrote one of Australia's finest poems:

The Tomb of John Learmonth AIF

THE SHAME OF GOING BACK
(Henry Lawson)

When you've come to make your fortune, and you haven't made your salt
And the reason of your failure isn't anybody's fault
When you haven't got a billet, and the times are very slack
There is nothing that can spur you like the shame of going back

Chorus:
Crawling home with empty pockets
Going back hard-up
Oh! it's then you learn the meaning of humiliation's cup

When the place and you are strangers and you struggle all alone
And you have a mighty longing for the town where you are known
When your clothes are very shabby, and the future's very black
There is nothing that can hurt you like the shame of going back

When you've fought the battle bravely and are beaten to the wall,
'Tis the sneer of man, not conscience, that makes cowards of us all
And while you are returning, oh! your brain is on the rack,
And your heart is in the shadow of the shame of going back

When a beaten man's discovered with a bullet in his brain
They post-mortem him, and try him, and they say he was insane
But it very often happens that he'd lately got the sack
And his onward move was owing to the shame of going back

Ah! my friend, you call it nonsense, and your upper lip is curled
You have had no real trouble in your passage through the world
But when fortune rounds upon you and the rain is on the track
You will learn the bitter meaning of the shame of going back

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--Stewie.