Sweet, think how much the better i… If you thro’ life should thus pres… It really doesn’t matter much to m… But don’t you think you owe the wo… And don’t you think that thro’ som…

Once on a time a general whose nam… To the present generation as a nam… Once on a time this general - I t… This happened years and years ago,… This general once stood before his…

Mrs Dibbs - Polly Dibbs, Standing at a tub, Washing other people’s clothes - Rub-Rub-Rub. Poor, old, skinny arms

Six o’clock. From the railway ya… The engine toots; careering hard, A milk-cart rattles by and stops; A magpie calls from the gum-tree t… The pub 'boots’, sweeping out the…

Old Ben, the pensioner, is going… Huddled in the mail-car, he turns… On this familiar forest scene, the… And nought could lure him from it… He has loved it with a fierce love…

Up and down the roads they go Vale to hill, and hill to vale Leading on to Omeo Over many an olden trail Dainty lady of the hills,

Somewhere or other, ’tis doubtful… In the archives of Gosh is a volu… A precious old classic that nobody… And nobody asks for, and nobody he… Which makes it a classic, and fame…

Hi, it’s a funny world! This mor… I saw red robin on the fence, an’… Red robin, he’s a perky chap, an’… ‘Dear, it’s a pity that poor Jenn… To talk like that about his wife!…

Wot price ole Ginger Mick? 'E’s… Gone to the flamin’ war to stoush… Wus it fer glory, or a woman’s sak… Ar, arst me somethin’ easy! I dun… ‘Is Kharki clobber set ’im off a…

’Twas a long bush night; and the o… Shone out thro’ the open door To flood the knees of the great bu… And the scrub that grew before. And, as I dreamed where the firel…

Hard by the gate-way of the East She dips within her market square With provender for man and beast, And goods and chattels round her t… A cheery, buxom market dame,

Behold, I built a fowlhouse in my… Two months agone the great work wa… And ev’ry eventide I labored hard… What time my daily office grind wa… ’Tis to my industry a monument,

Now the Wobble went out on the ro… With a dry dog trotting along by i… Went over the sea - and I vow rig… That the Wobble went out with its… As ever the views of a Wobble cou…

Yes!!! So we will Throw care away, If for no other reason than that '… Delight our brother. We’ll gaily 'mooch’ along in tram…

Mrs Felix Donnett was a lady of r… For ten years her husband was mayo… For ten years she queened it as ou… And ‘everything she did, my dear,’… But the mayoral pomp sat lightly o…