Oh, loyal Orange breth-er-en. I pray you act as Christlan men, And, should your spleen arise, cou… Before you speak. Nay, bear me, brothers, I beseech…

Kids! Hundreds of ‘em for the farmer! K… Thousands of ’em for the country!… Bids Loud for England’s surplus youngs…

‘Ere! ’Ave a ‘eart!’ ‘e sez. ’W… A 'uman bein’ ain’t a choppin’ blo… There ain’t no call fer you to go… A man about when ‘e ’as took the k… Gaw! Do yeh want to bust ‘im all…

My dear, I’m awful shorry ‘Bout gettin’ home sho late. I orra been in hoursh ago; But you know how I hate To biss a crit of micket

When I led you to the altar Vows were made, you’ll call to min… Darling wife. Now a defaulter Must I seem if I’d be kind. For you know how well I love you,

Our baker, Mr Brackenby, toiler i… Was a lean, tall, glum man whose f… A brooding man ’twas said of him,… For a grunt of recognition and a r… Were all he granted any who came s…

Each poet that I know (he said) Has something funny in his head, Some wandering growth or queer dis… That gives to him strange unease. If such a thing he hasn’t got,

Have you heard the magniloquent, e… The yogi of Yarra, whose silvery… In days of his promise won many vo… When loud in the land was the prai… And he magnetised all with his vig…

Not that I’d quarrel with the way They celebrates their hundredth ye… In town (said old Pete Parraday), But that don’t suit us bush blokes… So let bells ring and whistles bla…

‘Young friend!’ . . . I tries to… ‘E sees me first, an’ ‘as me by th… ‘Young friend!’ 'e sez; an’ starts… At meetin’ me. ‘Why, this,’ ‘e s… Events is workin’ better than I p…

Behold the undergraduate A most amusing fellow In all his jesting up-to-date His sense of humor is so great, His modern wit so mellow,

They were forthright days when Ji… When they called a spade a spade. And statesmen held in lofty scorn he trickster’s sticky trade. For their eyes were clear and thei…

I’d like to be a porter, and alway… Calling out, ‘Stand aside!’ and a… Shoving trucks on people’s toes, a… Slamming all the carriage doors an… And, when they asked to be let in,…

When dandelions star the fields Another alien singer, I, Nursed upon England’s flowery wea… Seeking no tithe of treasured yiel… dropp sudden from a summer sky

There once was a fellow called Cr… Who loved to hear periods roll On his musical tongue. It is he who has sung, ‘Ev’n sev’n heav’ns giv’n buy not…