Aw, go write yer tinklin’ jingle,… Fer the mamby-pamby girl, all fluf… Them’s the sort ter fetch yer trou… Blow yer beauty! Wot’s the matter… Them there rhymers uv the wattle!…

Here she hides, an aged dame. Here she dreams beside the waves. Ever baulked of modern fame And the deep-sea trade she craves. Tall ships, riding at her port,

In olden days the Old White Hors… Stood brave against the sky; And ne’er a teamster shaped his co… To pass the good inn by. Far shone its lights o’ winter nig…

In the olive groves of Italy Men minds are all aflame; For the war-lust spreads thro’ It… Where war-lords call the game. And they dream of Roman legions

Aw, chuck the mail bags over there… It’s great to have 'em brought by… But, now they’re here, just sling… Out anywhere, upon the ground. I’ll pick 'em up an’ make full spe…

‘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…

In early, prehistoric days, before… When neolithic Nature fashioned t… That was large as it was rugged, a… There arose a dusky human who was… Now, this was in the days when liv…

In the neolithic age of our Austr… There dwelt a wise old chieftain,… His royal tastes and habits I won… But his plain horse-sense was note… Now, this chief was not a despot,…

They fights their fights and they… As they did before the white man c… Far in the unexplored Outback, Where still Australia’s mostly bl… They little know of white men’s la…

‘The backbone of the country and t… That was how they styled us when t… But what’s his valuation now, when… Chorus: Two bob a dozen, an’ the garments…

There was never a hint, when I wa… That the joy of the wilds might br… Never a thought that a wild thing… Might wake in the slayer pain for… We were savages all, with the hunt…

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…

For, even in the most altruistic mood, there are some I bar.) Workers, shirkers, writers, skiters, philosophers and others, Of the class that habitually looketh even beyond its nose. To...

Not in our public parks, for priva… This centuries-old precursor of al… That lured babes in old Italy and… To plague for pence their medieval… Not for the modern child: this cru…

I often pause to contemplate The sadly barren mental state Of persons whom it is my fate To meet on Monday morning. They should be, after Sunday’s re…