Sadly sobbing, sadly sobbing, Rolls the restless wireless sea, Where the wireless waves go bobbin… Up and down so dolefully. And nothing there the gloom assail…

I often pause to contemplate The sadly barren mental state Of persons whom it is my fate To meet on Monday morning. They should be, after Sunday’s re…

The thing’s all wrong (I sez to '… Now look, there’s this '€˜ere Mon… Comes before Christmas. Be a tof… An’ lest us '€˜ave the Monday off… ‘€˜E '€˜ums an’ '€˜ars. An’ then…

I knew a careful lady once Who read a book by Dr. Bunce, A wise authority on wogs That roam about in dust and fogs; Indeed, he pointed out, all air,

Still I’ve the picture of him - F… In a shining dog-cart driving down… Spanking ponies dashing by, Running tandem, stepping high; Silver-plated harness where the su…

Oh, this is the week when no rhyms… On the joy of the bush or the ills… Nor pour out his soul in delectabl… Of women and wine and the lure the… Nor pen philosophic if foolish dis…

‘Heirlums,’ ‘e sez. ’I’ve ‘ad th… Me father married in ’em, that ‘e… See this ’ere fancy vest? See this 'ere lid? Me gran’dad brought that frum 'is…

Albert, King of the Belgians, Lived for his whole reign thro’ The father and friend of his peopl… Soldier and statesman, too. When his armies rode to the carnag…

Oh, praise me now if you would ple… My soul with soothing flatteries. Praise with my living clay agrees. ’Tis sweet, I vow. Give me kind words while I can fe…

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…

Mr Blades, the butcher, was a lar… ‘Best him at a cattle deal,’ ’twas… He ate a lot and drank a lot and h… And he jollied all the ladies in h… His family was numerous, and helpe…

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…

Son of our King: When yoemen sail… From Britain to expand her sway, The coward from High venture quai… The weakling sank beside the way. None save the strong in that far d…

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

In our street, the main street Running thro’ the town, You see a lot of busy folk Going up and down: Bag men and basket men,