O! Hernia! My hernia. ’Twas here we parted dear A parting that for four long weeks Held me in sickness here. But three short hours I knew you,…

Stuffed with tradition and trammel… Cramped in their studies, they sne… At the strange, new passions young… Thro’ a sunlit land, and a tale un… Of youth’s ambition - new-minted g…

Aha! Beware! I know your guilty p… I was a witness of that secret cri… One word! and all your fondest hop… I bide me time. I hold you in me grip, unhappy man…

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…

‘Gentle brother, answer truly, Tell what you be. But, I pray, tax not unduly Your sagacitee. Is your brand u-ni-fi-cation

They say I am a shy, wild thing, That seeks the wild bush glade. Quick to be gone on whirring wing, Where stangers would invade; But well I know what all birds kn…

A country lass with rosy cheeks, A healthy maid with merry ways; Labor ‘mid loveliness she seeks, And strives to crowd with joy her… For she was raised upon a farm;

No longer wilful woman hides Behind a law that over-rides The dicta of her lawful lord and m… And, they who fain would lift a ha… To erring wives, now understand

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…

I think a great deal too much fuss Has been aroused ‘mid all of us About this crude economist John T… And fellows of his kidney now, ’Mid people up in Sydney now,

Brother, who on some near morrow Makes a pledge conceived in sorrow Makes a New Year resolution Seeking plenary ablution. Makes a vow to cease from sinning

’Twas a hell of a Hell they glimp… In superstitious days When cultured man had scarce begun To shed barbaric ways: With gridirons set above the flame

There’s a good time coming in the… And I wish, oh, how I wish that i… There’s a wise day dawning, by the… To usher in the glad millenium. When heaven-sent technocracy displ…

I can not recall his heyday; for… When his curly hair had thinned a… That he kept the local fruit shop… For our Captain Curly Taplin was… The details of his uniform grow va…

‘It’s the dummy wot done it,' said… ‘As a child I was out o’ luck. A kid in me pram, that’s wot I am When they gimme the thing to suck. An’ I took to it good, for I like…