#Australians
“An’—wilt—yeh—take—this—woman—fer—… Yer—weddid—wife?”...O, strike me!… TAKE ‘er? Doreen? ’E stan’s the… As if 'e thort per’aps I’d rather… TAKE ‘er? ’E seemed to think 'er…
Hey, there! Listen awhile! List… Down in the street there are march… Bim! Boom!! Out of the room!… Isn’t it grand? The band! The b… Oh, the clarinet is the finest yet…
With the advent of the Autumn Trees behave as Nature taught 'em… Maple, Sumach, Plum and Poplar,… Ere they shed the Summer fashion, Break into a perfect passion
Brothers, what are we to think When we muse upon strong drink? Is it bad or is it good? Is it poison or is it food? Albatrosses, so say some,
I’m only just a common racing dog, Simple in habit, and my diet’s pla… I have never had a longing for the… That some men seem to need, more v… And I have heard it said of such…
Well, I don’t know. Maybe it’s q… And maybe it is I who am perverse… Finding in this unedifying sight Mere mummery, and hearing but a bl… Of words and frowsty fustian - or…
Walk up! Walk up to the Bureaucr… All the tasters and the testers an… All the freaks and other fancies o… A unique conglomeration not believ… Walk up! Walk up to the stranges…
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…
Day after day, week after burning… A ruthless sun has sucked the fore… Morn after anxious morn men’s glan… The hills, hard-etched against a h… Gay blossoms droop and die.
‘Unless you ’ide that axe,' she se… An’ after all - Now, Bill, don’t… Wiv ’im thro’ croop an’ whoopin’ c… Why don’t you ‘ang it on the wall,… But there it wus, jist thrown abou…
I got dreamin’ that a message come… From one ole pal of mine, gone We… A bloke the name of Ginger Mick,… (But 'e’s Digger Corporal Mick E… ‘E got ’is on Gallipoli, an’ slee…
The winds that blow about the worl… (Said Old George Jones) See here all hope to ruin hurled, See there triumphant flags unfurle… Over chance-favored zones.
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
Now comes the time when we douse f… With various kinds of sprays The sand flies, and the house flie… And the flies with furtive ways. But I keep my hate for the large…
Aw, go write yer tinklin’ jingle,… Fer the mamby-pamby girl, all fluf… Them’s the sort ter fetch yer trou… Blow yer beauty! Wot’s the matter… Them there rhymers uv the wattle!…