#Australians
’Tis morn. An individualistic cock Proclaims the fact. The dissipated cat sneaks home for… ’Tis time to get up and act!
CHARLES: So, brother, I am out and yu are… Farewell, farewell, to all my sple… Yet, just to know ’tis you, dear… Tinges my melancholy with delight.
He gleaned all the gossip and he g… Mad Matt, the carrier, delivering… He knew the trooper’s tattle and h… The gossip at the station-yard, th… That high-pitched voice of his, th…
Aha! Beware! I know your guilty p… I was a witness of that secret cri… One word! and all your fondest hop… I bide me time. I hold you in me grip, unhappy man…
Did you see them pass to-day, Bil… All astride upon the back of old g… Jigging, jogging off to school, do… What must Dobbin think of it - th… Robin at the bridle-rein, in the m…
In a rather tiny building at the b… With a green door and a window sma… With its shock of beads and button… Miss Mix, the village dressmaker,… The front shop, with its counter,…
‘Which reminds me,’ said O’Brien ‘And ’tis not a word of lyin’ Of a summertime way back in eighty… Whin a felly name of Brady An’ his sister (quite a lady)
‘Country blokes is kind,’ he said, And sat upon his swag (I had no pipe tobacco, So he said he’d ‘risk a fag.’) ‘A country bloke’s my sort o’ blok…
She never nagged; she never said n… But sat an’ looked at me an’ never… I could 'a’ bluffed it out if she… Fair narked, an’ let me ‘ave it wi… It silence told me ‘ow ’er ‘eart w…
We have heard it. Oft we heard i… In whatever fields we practise, ar… Ever praise for the performance, s… From who would extol the action ye… Thus, in painting, think how often…
Born to the sun and smiling skies, And bird-songs to the morning flun… To joyousness that never dies In hearts that stay for ever young ’Twas here, beneath the shining tr…
Hey, there! Listen awhile! List… Down in the street there are march… Bim! Boom!! Out of the room!… Isn’t it grand? The band! The b… Oh, the clarinet is the finest yet…
But what I do object to, and some others more than I, Are the mad old, bad old practices these baubles signify. Good friends, brother Australians and fellow voters; I think that you wil...
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…
The Glugs still live in the land… Under the rule of the great King… And they climb the trees in the S… Because it is reckoned the regular… Down in the valley they live their…
