Oh, my brothers do not wrangle. When the sweets of office dangle At a most inviting angle Be polite. In the legislative struggle,

My son! . . . Them words, jist li… Is singin’ in me ‘eart the ’ole da… Over an’ over; while I’m scared I… Out of a dream, to find it all a f… My son! Two little words, that, y…

Old Pete Paraday, his mind works… But, when it fastens on a thoughts… He measures it and mumbles it unti… Just as he mumbles bits and scraps… ‘I likes to think a bit,’ says he.…

Still I’ve the picture of him - F… In a shining dog-cart driving down… Spanking ponies dashing by, Running tandem, stepping high; Silver-plated harness where the su…

Noo, ye ken, we’ll see 'em agen, Waggling doon the street, While the baton twirls an’ the pip… To the beat of the marching feet. Left– right– glimmerin’ bright,

In olden days the Old White Hors… Stood brave against the sky; And ne’er a teamster shaped his co… To pass the good inn by. Far shone its lights o’ winter nig…

I ain’t no verse-'og. When I bus… An’ fills the air wiv choonful mel… I likes fer uvver coves to come al… An’ biff the lyre in company wiv m… So, when I sees some peb beguile…

‘E’s a tough ole salt, With a 'ide well tanned, An’ it ain’t 'is fault If the craft is manned With a motley sort er crew.

Now, since man became a martyr To this economic stress, He has sought relief, in barter, From financial wretchedness; So, dispensing with the banker,

Lord, Thou hast given unto us a l… In Thy beneficence Thou has ordai… That we should hold a country grea… Such as no race of old has ever ga… A favoured people, basking in Thy…

Where Feathertop frowns thro’ the… Where Buffalo broods on high, Dwells she, a lass of royal blood, And a sparkle lights her eye The clear, clean glint of the sun…

‘Oo is that girl,’ sez Digger Smi… That never seems to bother with No blokes: the bint with curly 'ai… I’ve often seen 'er over there Talkin’ to Missus Flood, an’ she

A sight that gives me much distres… Is George without his trousers, Garbed, scantily, in bathing dress Proscribed by saintly Wowsers, And Gerty, gay and forward flirt,

At the meeting of the waters Where the dark tree shadows play Wangaratta’s sons and daughters Dream the drowsy hours away; Placid see the season’s greeting