#Australians #XIXCentury #XXCentury
‘The backbone of the country and t… That was how they styled us when t… But what’s his valuation now, when… Chorus: Two bob a dozen, an’ the garments…
Mister Chairman;– er– ah - when We right-thinking business men Are treated with much scant– um– e… I say the time has come For us to– er– ah– um –
This ev’nin’ I was sittin’ wiv Do… Peaceful an’ 'appy wiv the day’s w… Watchin’, be’ind the orchard’s bon… The flamin’ wonder of the settin’… Another day gone by; another night
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…
Righto! I’ll give the game a go. They say I should be circumspect;… I’ll bang The cows in slang . .
Romance goes out of everything in… And even old John Barleycorn grow… Once henchman of gay gallantry, a… Scene: Tavern door. A saucy wenc… He stops. She smiles. Arm round…
Young Benjamin left school this y… And stepped right in a job; And he starts in hope of a life ca… Like his eldest brother, Bob. But Sam, the lad who came between…
O, Cohen, hear our song of sentim… Withdraw thy sordid thoughts from… And, for, the sake of Empire, gen… Lend us a million quid. If England’s great Financial Hou…
Said old Pete, the Pensioner: ‘I met him down the road Where, twixt the shadders of the g… The silver moonlight flowed. His skin was white like shrivelled…
I can not recall his heyday; for… When his curly hair had thinned a… That he kept the local fruit shop… For our Captain Curly Taplin was… The details of his uniform grow va…
‘Er name’s Doreen’¦Well spare me… You could er knocked me down wiv '… Yes, me, that kids meself I know… An’ 'as a name for smoogin’ in our… I just lines up an’ tips the saucy…
‘Country blokes is kind,’ he said, And sat upon his swag (I had no pipe tobacco, So he said he’d ‘risk a fag.’) ‘A country bloke’s my sort o’ blok…
‘Eroes? Orright. You ’ave it ‘ow… Throw up yer little ’at an’ come t… But not too much ‘Three-’Earty-C… There’s other things that 'e’ll be… The boys won’t 'ave them kid-stake…
When Ned was a neophyte nobody he… No man could prophesy, none could… How, when the day came that the po… Quite a new Ned would emerge from… For he blithered and blathered and…
Oh, what a pleasant game is life When we are bravely batting And glorying in skill and strife. We scorn defensive patting As Fate sends down the easy ones