Oh, is there not one place on eart… Where man’s goodwill has gone from… Thro’ adolescence, with its rage, Into a kindly, mellow age A tolerant maturity

Oh, how I hate these chills, thes… Bleak blasts and breezes; Abominate the ‘flu,’ the fierce ’… All inappropriate sneezes; How I detest th’ uneasy, wheezy c…

O, fellow Australians, listen, at… We must cease our contemptuous swe… And cursing and sneering at Bull’… For our attitude’s too overbearing… It is perfectly right we should ke…

We roam about the countryside And view the farmlands rolling wid… A picture surely this of peace, of… We mark within these sylvan scenes The whirr and clatter of machines

Mr Fitzmickle, the martinet, Rules with an iron rod His house and home; ‘neath its red… He struts like a little tin god. When Popper says stay, the family…

‘E ’ad spragged me before for the… But I told ‘im straight out I was… Still ’e would ‘ang around me, wot… ’E’s a regiler obstinit bloke. ‘E’d tapped me for dollars an’ bit…

The digger’s cultured daughter: Her youth was wildly free. Now by the placid water Of tree-girt Wendouree She walks, a gracious lady,

Hi, Cockalorum! But - Misery me… What is the aftermath going to be? With joy at its zenith and sorrow… I am the skeleton come to the feas… Now the centenary swells over all,

Mrs Dibbs - Polly Dibbs, Standing at a tub, Washing other people’s clothes - Rub-Rub-Rub. Poor, old, skinny arms

Old farmer Jack gazed on his whea… And feared the frost would nip it. Said he, "it’s nearly seven feet - I must begin to strip 'it. He stripped it with a stripper and

Now, here is a tale of the Glugs… In the end of the year umteen; Of the Glugs of Gosh and their gr… And Tush, his virtuous Queen. And here is a tale of the Oglike…

Nay, Mr Speaker, let the ideal st… The picture that voters have in mi… Of Solons in debate far leagues a… Deep in the problems of poor human… Here where the Cotter wends by ve…

VOICE OF THE PEOPLE (waili… ‘Who can deliver us, Lord of our… Out of the depths comes our passio… Wrung from the soul of us. Aid f… Tell us, we pray, that our succor…

Discerning Mr. Murphy sees The dangers of the foolish plan Of giving frailty its fees, And taxing weak, misguided man. Reluctantly, and red with shame,

‘Yer honor, please!’ the prisoner… ‘It isn’t wot you think. To look on wine when it is red Or alco’olic drink Is not among me little ways.