#Australians
The success of the Scout movement… Great and important people, these Important far beyond our ken Who mark with adult sophistries Their serious air of sober men,
An 'Ode to the Moon’ did he indit… With his two-and-half soul-power. ('Twas the child of a starlit summ… Begot by a gloomy hour.) And he vowed it was a work immense…
Blokes ~ ‘Erb Do you know ’Erb? Now, there’s a… If football’s on your mind, why, '… To put you wise. It’s his whole… Keen? He’s as keen as mustard on…
‘It’s dogged as does it.' They’v… A motto to hold in that tight litt… To hold in their fighting and toil… And stick to the job with a tight… As fortune seems bleakest they cut…
Joseph Jones and Peter Dawking Strove in an election fight; And you’d think, to hear them talk… Each upheld the people’s right. Each declared he stood for Progre…
Nay, why do foolish politicians st… To win a fleeting popularity? In vain, in vain, they jealously c… To turn the doting Public Eye fro… What was this land, this nation, d…
‘Why do they do it? I dunno,’ Sez Digger Smith. ‘Yeh got me be… Some uv the yarns yeh ’ear is true… An’ some is rather umptydoo, An’ some is - indiscreet.
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…
O ye women! WIMMIN! WEEMIN… See our tears repentant streamin’! See the pearly drops a-gleamin’, Streamin’ from our rheumy eye! Mark our weskits palpitatin’.
I happened in Gosh on an ancient… In the land of Glugs far, far awa… Where the skies are green and the… And the citizens rarely troubl’d t… Each had a vote; they were proud o…
Thus it happened .... Let me ment… This occurred in times long vanish… ’Tis a quaint, unlikely story; som… But that’s a little matter you may… Mr. Foodle led a party that was s…
Not that I’d quarrel with the way They celebrates their hundredth ye… In town (said old Pete Parraday), But that don’t suit us bush blokes… So let bells ring and whistles bla…
Once an anthropoidal ape, Hairy, savage, strange of shape, On a day that was excessively B.C… In a forest damp and dim, With his tail round a limb,
Rugged men and tough men these, Men of the lonely ways, Hard and sturdy as their trees Where the timbered ranges raise Their ragged crests to rake the sk…
Out across the spinifex, out acros… Out across the saltbush to Never… That’s the way the drovers go, jog… That’s the way the drovers go. Bu… Back across the saltbush from Nev…