In Lady Lusher’s drawing-room, wh… While cultured caterpillars chew t… In Lady Lusher’s drawing-room, up… The democrats of Toorak met to pa… They hearkened to a long address b…

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,

We mean to say, it never has been… That anyone but England could dec… In the crease or at the wicket, Just exactly what was cricket And, of course, I mean to say, we…

Peace, perfect peace. . . . Come,… The danger zone is past; the gaunt… The bark of Scylla ceases on her… And grim Charybdis threatens us n… Respite, Nepenthe, leaning-posts…

O ye women! WIMMIN! WEEMIN… See our tears repentant streamin’! See the pearly drops a-gleamin’, Streamin’ from our rheumy eye! Mark our weskits palpitatin’.

Now, my gift of crude invective is… And I’ve quite a flair for fierce… But I have to sit and watch the p… Just because my countrymen seek mo… But, ah, what verbal lightnings ro…

‘Why do they do it? I dunno,’ Sez Digger Smith. ‘Yeh got me be… Some uv the yarns yeh ’ear is true… An’ some is rather umptydoo, An’ some is - indiscreet.

When you’re muffled to the chin an… You wear flannel next the skin and ‘Spite of all, the frost creeps in… Gets you, Winter’s nearly due; And, in snuffling citizens, a

We have heard of the mythical land… And of caliphs and sultans galore; Of Haroun al Raschid, of Abdul t… And dark deeds by the Bosphorous… But the picture we knew fades comp…

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

Old Pete Parraday, he isn’t very… Or so the local gossips say - The… His crazy views and values, and th… ‘Better had he saved his money,’ s… ‘And not become a pensioner with a…

‘Er pore dear Par.’ she sez, 'e k… An’ then she weeps an’ stares ‘ard… ’Twas thro’ ‘is death,’ she sez, ‘… To this,’ she sez . . . An’ then… ‘Er par,’ she sez, ‘me poor late ’…

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

By lagoons and reedy places, Where the little river races By the lips of dreaming pools Where the soothing water cools Many a verdant slope and hollow,

You are as young, O lady mine, As ere you were in olden days, Your lips are red, your blue eyes… And still you have your girlish wa… I hate to think what years have fl…