Say, ole lady, you did start sump’in’ when you began shootin’ off your mouth in the fillums. Here we was, sittin’ pretty, when Al had to go an’ hand you that sob-stuff an’ shoot up the ...

Stripped to the buff they circled… And jagged and swung and crossed; To uppercut and smash and pound No chances either lost; Till folks opined, in some alarm,

Because some unimportant man In politics talks loud and high, Or some wild, economic plan To lift depression takes his eye, The apathetic citizen

There’s a moral in this: tho’ I o… Of moral and maxim in season and o… Grows stale; yet these days of dep… Demand any means to put worry to r… So in that menagerie now populated

When old ADAM bit the apple, And thereafter had to grapple With hard toil to earn his daily b… There’s no doubt that he protested That his 'rights’ had been moleste…

Dolefully and drearily Come I with the spring; Wearily and cerily My threnody I sing. Hear my drear, discordant note

Jist to intraj’uice me cobber, an… A rorty boy, a naughty boy, wiv ru… In ’is casu’l conversation, an’ th… That gives the sudden shudders to… ‘Is name is on the records at the…

The unsoiled hand, the sleek, blac… The senile, ledger-haunted hours, The knowledge that my freeman’s vo… Is humbly cast to please ‘the powe… A futile spite against the mass,

On the road to Jericho Mark the stricken one, Moaning in his agony, Prone beneath the sun. Prone beneath the blazing sun,

The miser sits beside his hoard, The lover tarries by his bride, And he who neither may afford Is free to roam the whole world wi… Ye prate of cares, of plans amiss;

‘Ah, wot’s the use?' she sez. 'L… Why can’t I go to ‘ell in my own… I never arst you ’ere to mag an’ m… Nor yet,' she sez, 'to pray. I’ll take wot’s comin’, an’ whine…

The earliest lady in the land, Her pride of caste is high. Where blue Corio’s gleaming stran… Dream 'neath a peaceful sky, She sat her down by her five towns…

Where the sunlight, burning down, Lights her luscious orange groves, Lights the river and the town; Where the placid Murray roves; Where each shining summer gives

I metabloke in Collun-street A cove I yustano When I wus workin Southoss, A yeerertwo ago. Sezzi, ‘Well, owye kumminup?

Now, when a bloke 'e cracks a blok… An’ wrecks a joint to square a lad… They used to call it chivalry, but… An’ the end of it is cops an’ quod… Fer insults to fair Gwendoline th…