Hawkins wasn’t in the swim at all… And to bait him was our chiefest f… But, in justice, be it said that h… (That’s why I’m standing here and… He was trav’ling for a company, in…

I’m the friendliest of them all, When winter comes; Daily at your door I call Begging crumbs. Clinging sideways to a stake,

Child of a myriad varied voices ca… O’er countless leagues of space in… Tho’ captious critics view your wa… And fain would quiet your all too… Raw youth must have its fling; and…

They fights their fights and they… As they did before the white man c… Far in the unexplored Outback, Where still Australia’s mostly bl… They little know of white men’s la…

In the neolithic age of our Austr… There dwelt a wise old chieftain,… His royal tastes and habits I won… But his plain horse-sense was note… Now, this chief was not a despot,…

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

Son of our King: When yoemen sail… From Britain to expand her sway, The coward from High venture quai… The weakling sank beside the way. None save the strong in that far d…

Home’s best (she said), and the ta… Of the hungering soil and the flai… Of the sun and the shuddering thre… Of the heat, and more heat yet; Of more than a woman can stand,

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

Women is strange. You take my ti… I know enough to know I’ll never… The 'uman female mind, or wot su’p… They 'as in store to bring yer boa… They keep yeh guessin’ wot they’re…

On one fine but fatal morning in t… Lo, a brawny Bloke set out to dig… First of men to put a puncture in… Was this early, neolithic, human m… Gladsomely the toiler hefted his u…

We have heard the cheering, brothe… We have heard the martial peal; We have seen the soldiers marching And the glint of sun and steel. We have heard the songs, the shout…

Somewhere or other, ’tis doubtful… In the archives of Gosh is a volu… A precious old classic that nobody… And nobody asks for, and nobody he… Which makes it a classic, and fame…

Now comes to an end all our doloro… Clouds pass away and depression is… Because we were wise in our planni… The lesser of ills that the greate… Hope springs again in the heart of…

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