‘Outgoing: the Ooonah for Burnie’… How often the radio spoke; Till the stout little ship and her… Grew into a mild sort of joke. But no longer her donkeyman grappl…

What’s the use? Give it best; Cut her loose; Have a rest. Hope is dead;

‘Now, be the Hokey Fly!’ sez Pet… ‘Suppose ’e comes ‘ome with a wood… Suppose ’e isn’t fit to darnce at… Then, ain’t we 'asty fixin’ up thi… A little tournament at Bridge is…

Here she bides, a buxom lady, Blest by peace and great content; Dwelling by her byways shady, Where the elm trees boughs are ben… Shutting out the world’s wild clam…

The pale young man he comes to me, An’ chats me good an’ fair; ‘The langwidge that you use,’ ses… ‘Pollutes the good, clean air. Why don’t yeh chuck sich silly rot…

Smith is a loyalist good and true, And a lad of the 'whole hog’ class… And yesterday, when he went to vie… The Royal procession pass, He’d flags in his buttonhole, flag…

When I rode with young Sid Kidma… In that year the Long Drought end… As we took the old Tarcowie track… His keen eye scanned the country,… Mal Murray and Jim Spicer, of Ja…

‘Young friend,’ 'e sez . . . Youn… Yeh’d think I wus ‘is own white ’… The queer ole finger, wiv ‘is gent… ’Young friend,' ‘e sez, ’I wish’t… The langwidge that them parson blo…

Haw! Ai’ve just obteened a pension for… And you should hev seen the people… Re-ally, it was surpraising! Maind, Ai am not criticaising,

‘Ah, wot’s the use?' she sez. 'L… Why can’t I go to ‘ell in my own… I never arst you ’ere to mag an’ m… Nor yet,' she sez, 'to pray. I’ll take wot’s comin’, an’ whine…

The bad boy of Europe, He stands in dire disgrace, Crying too loud his innocence While guilt grins from his face. The gangster and the racketeer

I am fit and I am well (so said O… I take life as it come from day to… I have never been a scorner Of the ‘trouble round the corner,’ For it may be lurking half a life…

It wasn’t kid stakes. I 'ad no c… To act deceivin’, or to treat 'er… I’m old enough to know them games… Not with Doreen. Besides, deceit ain’t in me bag uv…

We’d harbored them on hovels, and… Altho’ in price they counted less… Had they not still the right, that… To strive and in a place in life’s… Had they not still the gift of Go…

A man without a party, he Knows nought of obligation To any friend; but, fancy free. He represents the nation. In lonely majesty he sits