‘Outgoing: the Ooonah for Burnie’… How often the radio spoke; Till the stout little ship and her… Grew into a mild sort of joke. But no longer her donkeyman grappl…

I’ve crawled; I’ve eaten dirt; I’… I’ve dodged the cops an’ led a dou… I’ve readied up wild tales to tell… W’ich afterwards I’ve 'ad to take… Red raw. Aw, I been goin’ it to b…

‘Swe-e-et! Swe-e-et!’ Low at fi… Full of soft seductiveness on a wh… Who comes in mercy now, crumbs of… For a grey bird pleading from a co… Just a thread of tallow-fat, just…

‘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

‘Ere! ’Ave a ‘eart!’ ‘e sez. ’W… A 'uman bein’ ain’t a choppin’ blo… There ain’t no call fer you to go… A man about when ‘e ’as took the k… Gaw! Do yeh want to bust ‘im all…

‘I wash me ’ands uv ‘im,’ I tells… ’You women can do wot yeh dash wel… I leave this ‘arf a man to ’is own… I’ve done me bit, an’ now I’m gon… Do wot yeh please; but don’t arsk…

Hey, there! Hoop-la! the circus… Have you seen the elephant? Have… Have you seen the dappled horse ga… Have you seen the acrobats on the… Have you seen the tumbling men tum…

Mr Woolin-Wister was assistant at… He had an air of breeding, and the… Were very, very natty and exceedin… For every single day he was habitu… In the very latest fashion; and he…

Would you be much impressed, my de… Now you’ve adopted shorts, If males like me came dressed, my… In skirts, to divers sports? With gussets, flares and pleats an…

‘Young friend,’ 'e sez . . . Youn… Yeh’d think I wus ‘is own white ’… The queer ole finger, wiv ‘is gent… ’Young friend,' ‘e sez, ’I wish’t… The langwidge that them parson blo…

’Twas a long bush night; and the o… Shone out thro’ the open door To flood the knees of the great bu… And the scrub that grew before. And, as I dreamed where the firel…

When the Laborites and Liberals a… Are a-calling and a-bawling in the… And the strangers in the gallery a… As the members rear on end and lou… There’s a voice they miss amid the…

Now this is the ballad of Jeremy… And likewise of Bobadil Brown, Of the Snooks and the Snaggers an… And Diggle and Daggle and Down. In fact, ’tis a song of a fatuous…

My natal day was yesterday; And so I said to Fate, ‘What gifts bring you, by one, by… To ease my parlous state?’ ‘I proffer blindly,’ Fate replied…

I dance upon the wash-house roof, And fill my hair with straws, And from my fellows keep aloof. I’ll tell you why. because The glare in every eye I see,