Old Pete Parraday, he isn’t very… Or so the local gossips say - The… His crazy views and values, and th… ‘Better had he saved his money,’ s… ‘And not become a pensioner with a…

Once a year we lumber southward wi… Spell the bullocks in the township… What’s a bullocky to live for? D… And you’d not begrudge him yearly… While it lasts he asks no better.…

Sisters! I’ve thought o’er this until my br… Are you, indeed, such valiant resi… Of all the charm, the grace, the n… Of that strange creature who’s con…

Me photer’s in the papers! ‘Oly… A ’ero, I’ve been called in big,… I 'ad idears the time was close on… Fer some applorse To come my way, on top uv all me b…

The cattle-lands of Corryong, The maiden of the snows (Where silver streams the winter l… Sing pleasantly their tinkling son… Not many a town man knows.

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

Day after day, week after burning… A ruthless sun has sucked the fore… Morn after anxious morn men’s glan… The hills, hard-etched against a h… Gay blossoms droop and die.

Say you have some great objective. Very well. Be calm, reflective; Make no vulgar show of vigor; ’tis… Do not rush the thing directly; But approach it circumspectly,

Now, who in the world can understa… Since Tyranny, Freedom’s whittler… And the strong-arm band of the Ir… Go hitting it up with Hitler, Who can pretend to comprehend

There’s a very funny insect that y… And it isn’t quite a spider, and i… It is something like a beetle, and… But nothing like a wooly grub that… Its name is quite a hard one, but…

Deah Ladies, Let me wawn you, theah are feahful… And a mos’ ter-ific strugge is at… And we have no taime to speah If we wish to do ouah sheah

When I’m out among the fellows, w… Then there’s heaps of joy in livin… Awful kind an’ awful jolly, with n… An’ I tell myself the bloke that… When I’m out among the fellows; b…

Now is the day when arrant fools Play outworn tricks on sober men! But, for the thoughtful soul that… His mind to conning o’er again Past folly, that he may see clear

Bill? Oh, him... Well, he’s take… Real sad when I spoke to him last… Sufferin’ like from a nasty shock. Just drivin’ a wee bit fast Round a corner - no chance to halt

I walked out with an alderman, all… He was an august alderman, and muc… Of roads and drains and bridges ..… His veins stood out in ridges, his… Then anger aldermanic came as the…