‘This is the life!’ said Dusty Da… ‘This is the life to hand a man! My happy way is strewn with flower… But why waste money on the showers… ’The hard cash wasted on that bath

Old Pete Parraday, he toddles up… ‘Dangin’ things and 'darn in’ thin… For yesterday was pension day, Pe… Butcher’s meat and groceries and a… A bit of plug 'tobaker’ and a tin…

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…

‘E wouldn’t play the flute; the su… An’, after all the trouble that we… To try an’ cheer,'is spirits up so… ‘E jes’ sat there an’ slung a glar… To orl the crowd. The diserbligi…

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

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…

Yarrawonga by herself Lived too long upon a shelf She a stolid farmer’s wife. Far remote from modern strife Drowsily beside her door

When muddled mentors take the stag… To gird against our erring, They simulate an awful rage, They funk the task and straight en… A palpable red-herring.

Said old Pete, the Pensioner: ‘I met him down the road Where, twixt the shadders of the g… The silver moonlight flowed. His skin was white like shrivelled…

Oh, I dance upon the lawn in the… And I gloat upon the corpses of a… Where the frost about my feet spre… There I chuckle and I chortle as… ‘Lime and sulphur, Paris green, a…

Oh, he was old and he was spare; His bushy whiskers and his hair Were all fussed up and very grey He said he’d come a long, long way And had a long, long way to go.

Not for any airs and graces When, to lonely, silent places Men return in memory, Come these kindly thoughts of me. But they hear again my calling

‘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.…

He was a man of the union clan And a Labor secre-tary. He fell unwell and beneath the spe… Of a little nurse named Mary. Now, Mary was no little lamb,

He prospered in an olden day When down the rutted waggon track, Thro’ scenes that seem a world awa… His bullocks lumbered forth and ba… A tall old man, deep voiced, erect