I am brightly alert and exceedingl… And my livery’s easily seen; With a bright golden breast and a… And a back of indefinite green. A conspicuous bird; and, I give y…

Kilmore cares not who comes nigh. But, with a calm, incurious eye, She sees the swift cars speeding b… Then turns again to labor. She is content to plod along.

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…

At the beginning of the week A strictly rigid path I seek, And vow the only state for me, In finance, is stability; I sternly view all borrowing

Thus it happened .... Let me ment… This occurred in times long vanish… ’Tis a quaint, unlikely story; som… But that’s a little matter you may… Mr. Foodle led a party that was s…

Six o’clock. From the railway ya… The engine toots; careering hard, A milk-cart rattles by and stops; A magpie calls from the gum-tree t… The pub 'boots’, sweeping out the…

Dargo is a dark-haired lass Prone to independent ways; Few men know her, fewer pass, Where her pleasant river plays But the smile in her blue eye

Though our eye in recent seasons Has a wild and glassy glare, And we fail to offer reasons For the straws that deck our hair; There are certain consolations

Read ye here the song as sung By a chief named, briefly, Ung. In the days when arguments were ma… ‘O my people, this my Law Is without defect or flaw,

To-day I took old rhymes that I h… And read them through, each one un… When with a swift nostalgia was I… As with sad memories of some old f… Some happy, wayward man I used to…

‘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…

Stuffed with tradition and trammel… Cramped in their studies, they sne… At the strange, new passions young… Thro’ a sunlit land, and a tale un… Of youth’s ambition - new-minted g…

The earliest lady in the land, Her pride of caste is high. Where blue Corio’s gleaming stran… Dream 'neath a peaceful sky, She sat her down by her five towns…

Out of great wisdom, long stored u… I would write me a rune of the Me… Out of experience, grave and gay, I would raise me a rhyme to the ga… With words of wisdom then let us b…

This is the listening week of the… Listening-in. A-cock and alert is the national e… Listening-in. All over the land in the country t…