There’s many a man who rides today In the lonely, far out-back; There’s many a man who makes his w… On a dusty bushland track; There’s many a man in bush and tow…

She sung a song; an’ I sat silent… Wiv bofe 'ands grippin’ ‘ard on me… Me ’eart, that yesterdee I thort… Wiv ‘umpin sich a ’eavy load o’ ca… Come swelling in me throat like I…

Mr Fitzmickle, the martinet, Rules with an iron rod His house and home; ‘neath its red… He struts like a little tin god. When Popper says stay, the family…

A country lass with rosy cheeks, A healthy maid with merry ways; Labor ‘mid loveliness she seeks, And strives to crowd with joy her… For she was raised upon a farm;

Young man about to marry, Don’t hesitate, I pray; No need for you to tarry If you can only stay. So let it be your prayer

O man with a Position, prithee te… How is’t you mould your sal’ried l… Holding in lofty scorn that lowly… Of 'Blokes’ who earn mere 'wages’… Knights of Suburbia, whose only c…

Now, children, in this Lesson Two… Briefly we’ll make some mention Of party, just in case that you Some day, with the intention Of furthering ambitions grand,

Surely must you know me, Friendly and content; All my actions show me Freely confident; With my band of toilers,

The Honourable TORYPHAT addre… (Prolonged applause.) Ah - Mistah… The tide of Socialism - rabid Soc… Which threatens to engulf us, hez–… Hez always been ouah object in the…

With wood and wool for Adelaide The paddle boats came down When here this spritely river maid Built up her river town. Flanked by the green of spreading…

I know I’m dull. I know I got a… That’s only fit fer fertilizin’ 'a… I don’t arst for bokays: I ain’t… But fair is fair. An’ when yeh think yer somethin’ u…

‘My sort,’ she sez, 'don’t meet no… I can’t ‘elp ’earin’ part uv wot w… While I am sortin’ taters in the… They’ve ‘ad these secret confabs e… Rose came. ’Er an’ Doreen’s been…

Contributions are invited to this… They must not be too solemn. And, say: They Must not be TOO gay?

‘Ah, wot’s the use?' she sez. 'L… Why can’t I go to ‘ell in my own… I never arst you ’ere to mag an’ m… Nor yet,' she sez, 'to pray. I’ll take wot’s comin’, an’ whine…

‘Unless you ’ide that axe,' she se… An’ after all - Now, Bill, don’t… Wiv ’im thro’ croop an’ whoopin’ c… Why don’t you ‘ang it on the wall,… But there it wus, jist thrown abou…