Is youth not less pedantic, less a… Less prone to value things of litt… In failing to wax wrath about a wo… That bears suspicion of a lowly bi… All words have known their low and…

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

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… Football is in his blood. He thi…

So ends a life, lived to the full… Thro’ peace, thro’ war, thro’ hono… From youth unto the closing of his… Lived simply. Yet a giant among… Today steals quietly to seek his r…

When Willie gets a penny piece Straight to the lollie-shop he fli… And, heartened by his wealth’s inc… Reviews the stock with bulging eye… And so it is thro’ all our lives,

The orchardist, with hope aglow, Sets out a crop of fruit to grow And sell it wisely where he can, Like any other business man; And he strives to make a contract…

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…

When your dose is code as barble, Ad you sduffle all the day, Ad your head id is behavig Id a bost unbleased way; When your ev’ry joid is achig

I metabloke in Collun-street A cove I yustano When I wus workin Southoss, A yeerertwo ago. Sezzi, ‘Well, owye kumminup?

She sung a song; an’ I sat silent… Wiv bofe 'ands grippin’ ‘ard on me… Me ’eart, that yesterdee I thort… Wiv ‘umpin sich a ’eavy load o’ ca… Come swelling in me throat like I…

‘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 ’…

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…

I nigh drops dead (the bo’sun said… When the gist of things I grip In the land by these 'ere Souther… As I seen on my long last trip. They seems a joke, them curious fo…

As I rode in to Burrumbeet, I met a man with funny feet; And, when I paused to ask him why His feet were strange, he rolled h… And said the rain would spoil the…

A spieler came to Yarra Glen upon… He wore a suit of noisy cheeks and… He was a wicked man, they say, Such as they grow down Melbourne… A spieler gay,