He prospered in an olden day When down the rutted waggon track, Thro’ scenes that seem a world awa… His bullocks lumbered forth and ba… A tall old man, deep voiced, erect

At the risk of seeming silly, I would ask you, ‘Where is Billy… Here’s a crisis, here’s a fight, And he’s missing. Strike a light… Blithering blazes! Here’s a mill…

Healesville is a smiling lass, ‘Mid her encircling hills, Where down full many a mountain pa… The gold of wattle spills. She holds her hands out to the Sp…

The Glugs abide in a far, far lan… That is partly pebbles and stones… But mainly earth of a chocolate hu… When it isn’t purple or slightly b… And the Glugs live there with the…

Candidly, I do not hug a Wish to go to Mugga Mugga; To the Mugga Mugga Mountain by Y… Where they’re planning - more’s th… To erect Australia’s city,

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!…

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…

Mr Blades, the butcher, was a lar… ‘Best him at a cattle deal,’ ’twas… He ate a lot and drank a lot and h… And he jollied all the ladies in h… His family was numerous, and helpe…

The ways of the learned to me are… And professors and such amaze me. I know, without trying, the thing… Tho’ I doubt if for that they’ll… They want to discover why whales a…

On one fine but fatal morning in t… Lo, a brawny Bloke set out to dig… First of men to put a puncture in… Was this early, neolithic, human m… Gladsomely the toiler hefted his u…

She knows the Mallee’s tragedy Of thwarted hope, of pain, Of promise wrecked, when weak men… And strong men pray in vain; While day on burning day drifts by

Gin you’re gangin’ doon the city Come next Sabbath afternoon, An’ you’ll catch a glimpse o’ Tar… An’ you’ll hear a skirlin’ tune; An’ you’ll see a crowd o’ laddies

Rashly I shot an arrow in the air… And, as my shaft into the zenith s… I knew ’twas bound to fall some ti… And wondered if ‘twould dropp upon… A certain friend of mine who loite…

Yes, it’s tryin’, Mrs Gudgits.… To ‘ave a ’usban’ on yer 'an’s not… An’ so I can’t go out with you, m… For me Jack is in there, gaspin’… With ‘is ’Ack! ‘Ack! ’Ack!' Lor…

‘E’s a tough ole salt, With a 'ide well tanned, An’ it ain’t 'is fault If the craft is manned With a motley sort er crew.