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,

Charity, Charity - parson and pri… Ever in church and in chapel have… ‘Give ye in charity e’en to the le… So may the favor of Heaven be bou… Strive ye in Virtue, for Him that…

The world 'as got me snouted jist… Crool Forchin’s dirty left 'as sm… An’ all them joys o’ life I ‘eld… Is up the pole. Fer, as the poit sez, me ’eart 'as…

Now, 'ere’s my tip Fer the Fusion ship, An’ I tells it straight an’ squar… I’m a rare old tar As nigh an’ far

Gold days give way to sudden rain, But what, I ask, of that? For I am my own man again, And gloom comes sprawling flat. Let grouchers grieve and nurse the…

‘He’s blind,' we say. Then turn… Upon our way, again to view Familiar things - some prospect wi… Some olden scene for ever new. Heedless we pass along, and soon

Now comes to an end all our doloro… Clouds pass away and depression is… Because we were wise in our planni… The lesser of ills that the greate… Hope springs again in the heart of…

A golden maid whose golden voice Calls to the northern lands, Of riches she has had her choice. Twin treasures to make men rejoice Came easy to her hands:

I can conceive no heav’nly bliss More perfectly complete than this: To sit and smoke and idly chew Reflection’s cud, with nought to d… This is, in my pet social plan,

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

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…

‘E wears perjarmer soots an’ clean… That’s wot I reads. It fairly kn… ‘Me soljer cobber, be the name o’… Well, if that ain’t the limit, str… The sort that Ginger Mick would t…

Oh, loyal Orange breth-er-en. I pray you act as Christlan men, And, should your spleen arise, cou… Before you speak. Nay, bear me, brothers, I beseech…

Some of us may be tall, ma’am; Some of us may be dark; Some handsome; tho’ not all, ma’am… Are touched by Beatury’s spark. But tall, and dark AND handsome,…

Now a stream may be a lady, Or a gentleman serene, Who, by sunlit ways and shady, Graces many a sylvan scene, But that wild, wild woodman, Snow…