Ole Mother Moon ‘oo yanks ’er bea… Acrost the sky when we’ve grown si… She’s like some fat ole Jane 'oo… On all concerned, an’ smooth our f… An’, like a woman, tries to 'ide a…

I met a lonely Labor man, Forlorn and pessimistic: Who’d not yet fallen ‘neath the ba… Of leagues antagonistic. With an expression greatly peeved,

Brothers o’ mine, brothers o’ mine… All the world over, from pole to p… All of them brothers of mine and t… Every wondering, blundering soul. Banded together by grace divine,

The throstle now in English lanes Bids Summer strew her dear deligh… But we, intent on cricket gains, Watch well our valiant willow knig… With eager eyes on cabled news,

Not that I’d quarrel with the way They celebrates their hundredth ye… In town (said old Pete Parraday), But that don’t suit us bush blokes… So let bells ring and whistles bla…

Chuff! Chuff! Chuff! With a r… Waking every echo on the old bush… Waking, too, the wonder of the way… With the clatter of his engine and… With his front wheels a-wobble and…

Here my fancy finished; so, Dreaming, I could clearly see How he galloped. This was no Spectacle of misery. There I gazed, upon my pet

‘Rover, rover, cattle-drover, wher… I go to Cuppacumalomga, fifty mil… Over plains where Summer rains ha… Over hills where laughing rills go… I go to Cuppacumalonga, to my bro…

Said old George Jones: 'All in a… ’Tis little time enough, and well… This youthful country proud among… Of progress wooed and won for prog… A splendid city shining by the sea

There’s a big, brown man in the hi… Whom the nation had forgot; He’s a stolid man and a patient ma… And he does not talk a lot: And the seasons frown or the seaso…

Sisters! I’ve thought o’er this until my br… Are you, indeed, such valiant resi… Of all the charm, the grace, the n… Of that strange creature who’s con…

I wondered wot was doin’. First I… Ole Missus Flood wave signals to… I’m in the paddick slashin’ down s… She’s comin’ up the road; an’ if s… An 'andspring I won’t be su’prise…

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,

‘Mother, may I go in to swim?’ ‘My dear, you didn’t oughter. I’ve heard of baths filled to the… With something more than water.’ ‘Mother, I want to learn to swim.…

Foot on the rail in the olden days… For all the world to see, A jolly old lot, they took their p… All unashamed and free, Passing their jest from lip to lip…