’Twas a long bush night; and the o… Shone out thro’ the open door To flood the knees of the great bu… And the scrub that grew before. And, as I dreamed where the firel…

‘I’ve seen so much uv dirt an’ gri… I’m mad to 'ave things clean. I’ve seen so much uv death,' ‘e sa… ’So many cobbers lyin’ dead You won’t know wot I mean;

They say a touch of spring is in t… They say the wattle trees with blo… They say each garden now begins to… (Not that I care) A festal garb that waxes day by da…

By inlet and islet and wide river… By lake and lagoon I’m at home, Yet oft’ the far forests of blue-g… About the broad ranges I roam, ‘There’s a strange, sombre bird wi…

I reckon (said Dad) that the coun… Is this here wireless an’ these he… Up to the house and around the doo… Stretchin’ their ears for to catch… Leavin’ the horses down in the cro…

He was obviously English, in his… And his accent was of Oxford, and… Seemed to hint at halls baronial.… But he praised the things of Engl… He’d discourse for hours together…

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

In the everlasting summer, when th… and the asphalt of the footpath cu… When you’re creased and crabbed an… And the persperation’s drippin’ in… There’s a penetratin’ odor gets ab…

Old Pete Parraday, he toddles up… ‘Dangin’ things and 'darn in’ thin… For yesterday was pension day, Pe… Butcher’s meat and groceries and a… A bit of plug 'tobaker’ and a tin…

‘This Cen-TEEN-ary,’ sez ‘e Sez I, ’You’ll pardon me.’ (Perlite, like that, first off, an… ‘You’ll pardon me, I’m sure,’ I sez: 'but, speakin’ pure,

When I’m out among the fellows, w… Then there’s heaps of joy in livin… Awful kind an’ awful jolly, with n… An’ I tell myself the bloke that… When I’m out among the fellows; b…

Mr Jeremiah Jeffers Owned a pair of spotted heifers These he sold for two pounds ten To Mr Robert Raymond Wren Who reared them in the lucerne pad…

It was the schooner Desperate That sailed the southern sea, And the skipper had brought his li… To our centenary. Blue were her eyes and plucked her…

Young man about to marry, Don’t hesitate, I pray; No need for you to tarry If you can only stay. So let it be your prayer

Winter has come; and tardily Now little nipping winds are rife Where laggard leaves, on many a tr… Still cling tenaciously to life. Spent Autumn with a myriad hues