Gyved and chained in his father’s… He toiled 'neath a conqueror’s rul… Bowed to the earth in the land of… The Slave who was Son of a Fool. Poor remnant he of a conquered rac…

I’m a fussy little fellow In my kilt of glowing yellow; As about the garden ways I bow an… Many a melody I bring you, In the soft, gay songs I sing you

Should it occasion much surprise That criminals should deal in blam… As all of us, and recognise The full depth of another’s shame. The burglar blames the bigamist

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,

Some saw in him a Scottish wreck;… A few proclaimed his genius, but a… That Doctor Andy Deveraux had le… ‘A mighty clever cove,’ they said,… For down at Paddy Clancy’s bar yo…

There ain’t enough of strikes an’… There ain’t enough of strife, There ain’t enough dislikes an’ th… In this ‘ere modern life: ’Ow can we ‘ope to ’ave unrest

Walk up! Walk up to the Bureaucr… All the tasters and the testers an… All the freaks and other fancies o… A unique conglomeration not believ… Walk up! Walk up to the stranges…

Oh, how I love the fine old chap Who sits upon my left at meals, And drops his cabbage, in my lap From swooping fork, while he revea… How he, at Hay, in '83,

Where the little river gleaming Thro’ its shadows green and cool Broadens to the quiet dreaming Of a little shady pool; There an azure jewel burning

Alfred Ebenezer Jackson was a ver… Who aspired to be a statesman, and… At a general election as the Cand… Sworn to tell the truth ungarbled,… Jackson had a firm conviction that…

Now, Ma-til-der! Ain’t cher dres… Last as ushul. Move yerself, you… Are you goin’ to lie there lazin’, W’ile I—Nell, put down that basin… Go an’ see if Bill has got the po…

Oh, he was old and he was spare; His bushy whiskers and his hair Were all fussed up and very grey He said he’d come a long, long way And had a long, long way to go.

O, the trees grow straight and the… And the trees grow all around; And the long limbs sprout the trun… Where the Davlo owl is found. And the Davlo bird is most absurd

Galloping, galloping, galloping ho… Weave thro’ our dreaming in burgeo… There’s sun in our hearts and ther… And paeans of hope Winter’s thren… Over the hill-tops; for joy is a-w…

Lo, I listened to the bleating of… Squatters’ sheep And I sat me down and pondered lo… And a cloud of gloom came o’er me At the empty leagues before me