The Tragedy
A Dirge

Henry Lawson, 1918

      Oh, I never felt so wretched, and things never looked so blue,
      Since the days I gulped the physic that my Granny used to brew;
      For a friend in whom I trusted, entering my room last night,
      Stole a bottleful of Heenzo from the desk whereon I write.

      I am certain sure he did it (though he never would let on),
      For he had a cold all last week, and to-day his cough is gone:
      Now I'm sick and sore and sorry, and I'm sad for friendship's sake
      (It was better than the cough-cure that our Granny used to make).

      Oh, he might have pinched my whisky, and he might have pinched my beer;
      Or all the fame or money that I make while writing here —
      Oh, he might have shook the blankets and I'd not have made a row,
      If he'd only left my Heenzo till the morning, anyhow.

      So I've lost my faith in Mateship, which was all I had to lose
      Since I lost my faith in Russia and myself and got the blues;
      And so trust turns to suspicion, and so friendship turns to hate,
      Even Kaiser Bill would never pinch his Heenzo from a mate.

      An advertisement poem (written by Henry Lawson) for Heenzo (Hean's Essence, a cough medicine) in:
      The Argus, 23 July 1918, page 6