There on the quay sobbed Bones, A… And he took me by the hand. Says he to me, 'I’ve quit the sea An’ I’m huntin’ a berth on land. ‘Er doom ‘as come; an’ the days o’…

‘E passes by, each day, at ten A bottle-shouldered yid Wot looks as if ’e pushed a pen An’ drawes a weekly quid; ‘E’s always with some little lass;

The dawnin’ of prosperity Recalls (said old George Jones) When I was young, a song we sung, In none too sober tones, When easy, breezy days were here,

‘Why stone the crows!’ ‘e sez. ’… But alwiz, some’ow, women ‘ave app… Set fer to ’old me orf a 'arf a mi… I dunno wot’s agin me: p’raps me b… But, some’ow, when I speak 'em so…

He lived in Mundaloo, and Bill M… But folks that knew him well had l… For he some’ow lost his surname, a… He was called 'The Silent Member… He could talk on any subject—from…

It was an actor, seedy, sad, Who stood within the gate; Long weary marches he had had He had not dined of late. He sighed: 'I hope I don’t intrud…

There’s a kid around the corner Who is filled with half-formed fea… He is growing rather wistful As the Christmas season nears; For a hint has reached him lately

Me photer’s in the papers! ‘Oly… A ’ero, I’ve been called in big,… I 'ad idears the time was close on… Fer some applorse To come my way, on top uv all me b…

He was a man of the union clan And a Labor secre-tary. He fell unwell and beneath the spe… Of a little nurse named Mary. Now, Mary was no little lamb,

We have heard of the mythical land… And of caliphs and sultans galore; Of Haroun al Raschid, of Abdul t… And dark deeds by the Bosphorous… But the picture we knew fades comp…

The sun burns hotly thro’ the gums As down the road old Rogan comes The hatter from the lonely hut Beside the track to Woollybutt. He likes to spend his Christmas w…

Now a stream may be a lady, Or a gentleman serene, Who, by sunlit ways and shady, Graces many a sylvan scene, But that wild, wild woodman, Snow…

Betty Yack, of Mittyack, charming… But Betty Yack of Mittyack, had… And she married her one Otto who… To submit to the upbraiding of his… Betty Yack of Mittyack, joined, w…

Flippity-flop! Flippity-flop! Here comes the butcher to bring us… Cantering, cantering down the wide… On his little bay mare with the fu… Cantering, cantering out to the fa…

There’s joy in legislative halls When Frank’s in opposition; But gloom upon the Chamber falls When Frank holds high position. His merry japes no longer flit