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What’s the use? Give it best; Cut her loose; Have a rest. Hope is dead;
‘Gentle brother, answer truly, Tell what you be. But, I pray, tax not unduly Your sagacitee. Is your brand u-ni-fi-cation
“Who are these blokes with bulging… I see all o’er the shop?” The layman asked. “Them’s scient… Replied the courteous cop. “They are the country’s biggest br…
We know those little country pubs, By cross-road and by creek, Where faithfully the landlord scru… His counter once a week, And stands before his shining bar
When the Laborites and Liberals a… Are a-calling and a-bawling in the… And the strangers in the gallery a… As the members rear on end and lou… There’s a voice they miss amid the…
But, why a picnic, Jane? We went… And missed the Cup; and you know… Because we lost - Oh! yes, you di… I had the tip, but I was not beli… It’s just sheer nonsense to deny i…
Not in our public parks, for priva… This centuries-old precursor of al… That lured babes in old Italy and… To plague for pence their medieval… Not for the modern child: this cru…
Oh, we might have a marvellous cit… Were we only less keen on cash Less avid for things - more’s the… That fade and are gone in a flash, A city where duffers in my line
This ev’nin’ I was sittin’ wiv Do… Peaceful an’ 'appy wiv the day’s w… Watchin’, be’ind the orchard’s bon… The flamin’ wonder of the settin’… Another day gone by; another night
What do you think I saw to-day wh… Blue Wrens and Yellow-tails danci… Bobbing here, and bowing there, go… And how I wished that you were th… But you were snug abed, my boy, bl…
Oh, how I hate these chills, thes… Bleak blasts and breezes; Abominate the ‘flu,’ the fierce ’… All inappropriate sneezes; How I detest th’ uneasy, wheezy c…
Where the road’s white bracelet ru… Round the cliff ‘twixt bush and se… Gleaming ’neath the summer’s suns There she rests delightfully There she rests, a jewel set
Once a year we lumber southward wi… Spell the bullocks in the township… What’s a bullocky to live for? D… And you’d not begrudge him yearly… While it lasts he asks no better.…
The world 'as got me snouted jist… Crool Forchin’s dirty left 'as sm… An’ all them joys o’ life I ‘eld… Is up the pole. Fer, as the poit sez, me ’eart 'as…
Ses Cullen, the cockie, he ses to… ‘Now, I puts it to you in this wa… If a feller....(Woah, Ginger! C… If a feller sets out fer to say Where he happens to stand in this…
