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Ar, these is 'appy days! An’ 'ow… Flown like the smoke of some incha… Since dear Doreen, the sweetest t… Passed me the jolt that made me sk… An’ ev’ry golding day floats o’er…

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…

The digger’s cultured daughter: Her youth was wildly free. Now by the placid water Of tree-girt Wendouree She walks, a gracious lady,

Down by the slipralls stands our c… Chewing, chewing, chewing, She does not care what folks out t… In the great, big world are doing. She sees the small cloud-shadows p…

Little Miss Muffet Sat at a buffet Willing the time away. When there came a big cider And sat down beside her . . .

Said the Digger: 'Soon forgot!… Better so, may be. . . Why not? Beauty fades and laurels rot; Last year’s roses are no more. Fame?' the one-armed Digger said,

Well (said the small, meek man) we… In this sad world, for these are s… And men pin hopes to methods new a… And see lost happiness thro’ alter… And I, who many a bitter cup have…

Why, 'ow’s she goin’, Bill, ole s… I thort I knoo your dile! My oath! You look the proper sor… That khaki soots your style. I never 'eard you’d joined, yeh kn…

I’d like to be a pieman, and ring… Calling out, ‘Hot pies! Hot pies… Apple-pies and Meat-pies, Cherry-… Lots and lots and lots of pies - m… Big, rich Pork-pies! Oh, the love…

Tho’ it sounds a trifle mystic, Somewhat vague and cabbalistic, When you come to analyse the inner… Of political alliance You will find it is a science

‘This Cen-TEEN-ary,’ sez ‘e Sez I, ’You’ll pardon me.’ (Perlite, like that, first off, an… ‘You’ll pardon me, I’m sure,’ I sez: 'but, speakin’ pure,

The sun burns hotly thro’ the gums As down the road old Rogan comes The hatter from the lonely hut Beside the track to Woollybutt. He likes to spend his Christmas w…

The quiet country doctors Of many a country town, Whose lives are spent to service b… With scant hope of renown Those sturdy country doctors,

Me photer’s in the papers! ‘Oly… A ’ero, I’ve been called in big,… I 'ad idears the time was close on… Fer some applorse To come my way, on top uv all me b…