Deah Ladies, Let me wawn you, theah are feahful… And a mos’ ter-ific strugge is at… And we have no taime to speah If we wish to do ouah sheah

Betty Yack, of Mittyack, charming… But Betty Yack of Mittyack, had… And she married her one Otto who… To submit to the upbraiding of his… Betty Yack of Mittyack, joined, w…

The Lion and the Unicorn Of England’s Coat-of-Arms Seldom make bold, so we are told, To ravage English farms. In fact, ’tis said by travellers

Dear friends, I’m Deakin.... No; no mistake, You’re wide awake. It’s ALF that’s speakin’... I wish to make

Once on this historic site Wild men of a dusky shade, In defiance of all right, Broke the laws that good men made. Time goes on - It will not pause

Aw, I’m sick o’ the whole darn hu… An’ I’m sick o’ this mundane ball… I’m sick o’ the sight o’ me brothe… An’ his works an’ talk an’ all; I’m sick o’ the silly sounds I he…

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…

Winter comes; and our complaints Grow apace as summer faints, Waning days grow dull and drear, Something tells, too well, I fear… That I’ve found a germ or two;

What are the wild waves saying now… In a manner most dismaying are the… And I twist and twirl and twiddle… Come sounds of a sobbing fiddle an… Or the Abyssinian crisis with the…

I worked for fifty hours a week, And someone said to me, ‘Don’t be a serf! Throw off your… And show the world you’re free!’ So I cut down my working hours

He came into the bird-shop where… A hulking giant, monumental, grim, A paragon of muscular manhood. ‘What is sold here,’ I thought, ‘… His heavy brow, his grat, prognath…

‘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…

‘I hear them speak of a Fed’ral s… Where shall arise a city bright Mother, where is this bonzer spot? Shall we not seek it and build our… Is it in some mild and temp’rate z…

I’d like to be a postman, and walk… Calling out, ‘Good Morning, Sir,… Ringing every door-bell all along… In my cap and uniform so very nice… Perhaps I’d have a parasol in cas…

‘I’ve seen so much uv dirt an’ gri… I’m mad to 'ave things clean. I’ve seen so much uv death,' ‘e sa… ’So many cobbers lyin’ dead You won’t know wot I mean;