You are as young, O lady mine, As ere you were in olden days, Your lips are red, your blue eyes… And still you have your girlish wa… I hate to think what years have fl…

The miser sits beside his hoard, The lover tarries by his bride, And he who neither may afford Is free to roam the whole world wi… Ye prate of cares, of plans amiss;

I’d like to be a baker, and come w… Calling out, ‘Beeay-ko!’ (that’s… Riding in a rattle-cart that jogs… Selling all the sweetest things a… Currant-buns and brandy-snaps, pas…

Peace, perfect peace. . . . Come,… The danger zone is past; the gaunt… The bark of Scylla ceases on her… And grim Charybdis threatens us n… Respite, Nepenthe, leaning-posts…

Let’s have a tiny little bush fire… It’s a cold, cold night tonight. We are sick of this long session Of the darkness of depression. And a fire would make things brigh…

‘Mother, may I go in to swim?’ ‘My dear, you didn’t oughter. I’ve heard of baths filled to the… With something more than water.’ ‘Mother, I want to learn to swim.…

I knew a careful lady once Who read a book by Dr. Bunce, A wise authority on wogs That roam about in dust and fogs; Indeed, he pointed out, all air,

The ole train puffs in once a day On the ole Gunn’s Gully line; In a lazy, leisurely kind o’ way She comes in, wet or fine. Nobody wants her, nobody needs her…

A city clerk was Henry Brown, Whose suburb knew nor tram nor tra… And ev’ry morn he walked to town. From nine till five, with busy bra… He labored in an office dim.

‘Before the war,’ she sighs. ‘Be… Then blinks 'er eyes, an’ tries to… ‘Ole scenes,’ she sez, 'don’t look… Ole ways,' she sez, ‘seems to ’ave… The pleasures that we had don’t se…

By inlet and islet and wide river… By lake and lagoon I’m at home, Yet oft’ the far forests of blue-g… About the broad ranges I roam, ‘There’s a strange, sombre bird wi…

I honour all trees well; but, best… I love those scarred old veterans,… Gazing from eminences, kingly wise… Across great sweeps of changing ea… Gazing with seeming scorn upon the…

Be-wigged and gowned, the Speaker… And his frown was ill to see. ‘Oddsfish!’ he spake, ‘Do I mista… Stands ’And’ where 'Or’ should be… Be such the case, this land’s disg…

Mrs Munn, the midwife - Mother M… Wallowed in the world’s woes; sick… She spared no grisly detail as she… When - 'Me an’ Doctor Littlejohn… For - 'Me an’ Doctor Littlejohn…

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