Avaunt! What news is this I hear Of portent grim and sinister? Is he, whose words insult mine ear… A mere, upstart Prime Minister? Odds fish! These fellows hithert…

Government muddles, departments da… Fear and confusion wherever he gaz… Order insulted, authority spurned, Dread and distraction wherever he… Oh, the great King Splosh was a s…

I knew a policeman once And this is true as it ever could… Who made me feel an awful dunce; ‘Cos I lost my dad, and it fright… He came and took me by the hand

Mrs Felix Donnett was a lady of r… For ten years her husband was mayo… For ten years she queened it as ou… And ‘everything she did, my dear,’… But the mayoral pomp sat lightly o…

Jack Sprat would eat no fat, His wife would eat no lean, And so, betwixt them both, you see… They licked the platter clean. Old nursery rhyme

Long John McDougal, the wax-end… Solon of the main street, full of… Keen-eyed and frugal, politician,… Pegging there, or stitching by his… Keen-eyed and frugal, Long John…

Grey thrush was in the wattle tree… He says in his allurin’ way; an’… That does me nicely for a start; b… But then the Jacks take up the so… The thrush was in the wattle tree,…

There’s a breeze about the mountai… A song to mock the little men who… Or play at toil or pleasure where… But put my good axe in my hand and… And it’s: Hey, boy!

When I go back from Billy’s place… The mazy road, the crazy road that… Ma always says, “Why don’t you co… The footbridge track will bring yo… I cannot go that way, you know, be…

Kilmore cares not who comes nigh. But, with a calm, incurious eye, She sees the swift cars speeding b… Then turns again to labor. She is content to plod along.

Aye, call it murder is ye will! ’Tis not the crime I fear. If his cold curse would but lie st… And silent in its bier, Then would I be indeed content,

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…

Smith is a loyalist good and true, And a lad of the 'whole hog’ class… And yesterday, when he went to vie… The Royal procession pass, He’d flags in his buttonhole, flag…

He gleaned all the gossip and he g… Mad Matt, the carrier, delivering… He knew the trooper’s tattle and h… The gossip at the station-yard, th… That high-pitched voice of his, th…

High on the hills, where the tall… There lives an axeman that 1 know. From his little hut by a ferny cre… Day after day, week after week, He goes each morn with his shining…