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He comes as a man who has lived 'm… With the gloss and the polish off; And truth flows free from his read… For he looked on life with a keen… And he found small cause to scoff.
‘There must be some way out,’ they… ‘There must be some way out! We’ve fallen on an evil day; That we no longer doubt. But surely there’s some magic rare
I’ve crawled; I’ve eaten dirt; I’… I’ve dodged the cops an’ led a dou… I’ve readied up wild tales to tell… W’ich afterwards I’ve 'ad to take… Red raw. Aw, I been goin’ it to b…
I know I’m dull. I know I got a… That’s only fit fer fertilizin’ 'a… I don’t arst for bokays: I ain’t… But fair is fair. An’ when yeh think yer somethin’ u…
Da ruction happen by Nicko’s plac… Las’ week, in da deada da night. Da copper he very near cop da case Accounta da fish-shop fight In da great beeg international way
Some of us may be tall, ma’am; Some of us may be dark; Some handsome; tho’ not all, ma’am… Are touched by Beatury’s spark. But tall, and dark AND handsome,…
Reynard, the fox, was asked to a p… “Come”, they said, in your Sunday… For we like good form, tho’ the fu… So all who dance must be formally… Black tail-coat and a shirt-front…
I’m a fussy little fellow In my kilt of glowing yellow; As about the garden ways I bow an… Many a melody I bring you, In the soft, gay songs I sing you
They may be duds or they may be dr… Or legislators heaven-sent; But the A.L.P. for all atones When it gets them into Parliament… Tho’ they talk sheer drivel once t…
Yarrawonga by herself Lived too long upon a shelf She a stolid farmer’s wife. Far remote from modern strife Drowsily beside her door
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…
What (said the poet) should we car… For all this mad world’s phantasie… For rumours rife upon the air Of terrors looming overseas? If so, the soul were plagued alway
Grey thrush was in the wattle tree… He says in his allurin’ way; an’… That does me nicely for a start; b… But then the Jacks take up the so… The thrush was in the wattle tree,…
Can this be the old town of wheat-… Of Ted Toll’s smithy, with the an… Of stacks in the station yard, and… Of bow-legged bound’ry riders comi… This strange, new, brisk town of s…
It chanced one day, in the middle… There came to the great King Splo… A policeman, who said, while scrat… There isn’t a stone in Gosh To throw at a dog; for the crafty…