I seldom get to hatin’ men, nor ha… To me, it just a foolish game to p… But it kills the hard thought in y… To see the man you hated once a ma… We’d had a meetin’ at the mill; th…

CHARLES: So, brother, I am out and yu are… Farewell, farewell, to all my sple… Yet, just to know ’tis you, dear… Tinges my melancholy with delight.

I dance upon the wash-house roof, And fill my hair with straws, And from my fellows keep aloof. I’ll tell you why. because The glare in every eye I see,

Oh, foolish flapper, keen to be Considered cute and up-to-date, Sit down a while and hark to me, And I shall truly read your fate Not in a tea-cup, sweetling mine;

Spring surely must be near. High… The kind blue heavens bend to timb… And here, this morning, is the pic… That I have learned to love the b… I hear Flame Robin call

I’m sittin’ 'ere, Mick - sittin’… Feelin’ ‘arf glum, ’arf sorter - r… Thinkin’ strange, crooked thorts o… ’The 'eads is bowed thro’ all a co… An’ wond’rin - wond’rin 'in a kind…

By White Horse Tavern, White Ho… In olden days wound down; And many a waggon bore its load And many a bullock felt the goad From town to country town.

O, Cohen, hear our song of sentim… Withdraw thy sordid thoughts from… And, for, the sake of Empire, gen… Lend us a million quid. If England’s great Financial Hou…

Here my fancy finished; so, Dreaming, I could clearly see How he galloped. This was no Spectacle of misery. There I gazed, upon my pet

‘Er pore dear Par.’ she sez, 'e k… An’ then she weeps an’ stares ‘ard… ’Twas thro’ ‘is death,’ she sez, ‘… To this,’ she sez . . . An’ then… ‘Er par,’ she sez, ‘me poor late ’…

Fellers of Australier, Blokes an’ coves an’ coots, Shift yer— carcases, Move yer— boots. Gird yer— loins up,

We have heard of the mythical land… And of caliphs and sultans galore; Of Haroun al Raschid, of Abdul t… And dark deeds by the Bosphorous… But the picture we knew fades comp…

Not upon the crowded beaches Where the sun beats fierce and hot… Not upon the river reaches In a shady silvan spot; But in some deep mountain valley,

Hist! . . . . . . Hark! The night is very dark, And we’ve to go a mile or so Across the Possum Park. Step . . . . . . light,

Oh, praise me now if you would ple… My soul with soothing flatteries. Praise with my living clay agrees. ’Tis sweet, I vow. Give me kind words while I can fe…