It was the schooner Desperate That sailed the southern sea, And the skipper had brought his li… To our centenary. Blue were her eyes and plucked her…

The bushmen call me ‘Cranky Fan,’ Because my strange erratic flight Seems to uncomprehending man Sign of a wit not over-bright; But nimble wit and nimble wing

Here in my garden at the long day’… I sing again her Majesty the Rose… The Rose who can with magic most… Bring worshippers again about her… Forsaking other loves, who, thro’…

My dear ladies - that is to say, t… Most of you, no doubt, have felt i… Round and about a ballroom, claspe… There comes a period in the lives… Is it not so? Then dance, dear l…

“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…

The unsoiled hand, the sleek, blac… The senile, ledger-haunted hours, The knowledge that my freeman’s vo… Is humbly cast to please ‘the powe… A futile spite against the mass,

‘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;

Mr Blades, the butcher, was a lar… ‘Best him at a cattle deal,’ ’twas… He ate a lot and drank a lot and h… And he jollied all the ladies in h… His family was numerous, and helpe…

He lived in Mundaloo, and Bill M… But folks that knew him well had l… For he some’ow lost his surname, a… He was called 'The Silent Member… He could talk on any subject—from…

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…

Blokes ~ ‘Erb Do you know ’Erb? Now, there’s a… If football’s on your mind, why, '… To put you wise. It’s his whole… Keen? He’s as keen as mustard on…

Not guilty, yer Honor . . . An’ g… I’d like for to plead this '€˜ere… Plus one flamin’ goat with a terri… Great grin on '€˜is map wot '€˜ud… ‘€˜E lobs in me shop an’ - “Is th…

‘There must be some way out,’ they… ‘There must be some way out! We’ve fallen on an evil day; That we no longer doubt. But surely there’s some magic rare

Jones is a man exceeding meek And henpecked, so his neighbours s… Who, one glad evening every week, Sought sanctuary in his queer way. At his suburban picture show

So we forget? The streets bloom… With festive garments, many hued; And man and maid laugh down the wa… With all the joy of life imbued. Respite from toil, surcease from c…