#AustralianWriters
‘Mornin’,' I sez to ‘im, Gloomy, ’e seemed to be. Glum an’ unsociable. Comes in th… ‘Mornin’,' I sez to ‘im. ’E don’t say anythin’.
The heathen’s not efficient; He sits down in the sun And doesn’t care a tuppn’y dump When the day’s work’s begun. He works to eat and eats to live,
First I tried a Dry Martini; But found not one teeny-weeny Semblance of a kick in any kind of… Then I sampled a Manhattan; But ’twas much the same with that…
Now the Wobble went out on the ro… With a dry dog trotting along by i… Went over the sea - and I vow rig… That the Wobble went out with its… As ever the views of a Wobble cou…
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…
The diggers came from Bendigo, From Albury the drovers, From where the Goulburn waters fl… Came bearded teamsters travelling… And all the brown bush rovers;
‘Peter the ’Ermit was a ‘oly blok… The parson sez, ‘wot chivvied cove… ‘Too right,’ I chips. 'I’ve ‘ear… ‘Brave knights sprung straight to… ‘Sure thing,’ sez I. 'It muster b…
‘There must be some way out,’ they… ‘There must be some way out! We’ve fallen on an evil day; That we no longer doubt. But surely there’s some magic rare
Hello, old cobber. Well, what’s… You’re lookin’ awful gloomy and my… Done in your dough? The horses b… Nobody ill? I hope it’s nothin’… Aw, don’t be funny. Foreign what…
When artists wore a flowing mane, Then, in a sentimental vein, With pastorals they lured the eye, Or sad, sweet scenes of sea and sk… But now that hair sprouts from the…
Kids! Hundreds of ‘em for the farmer! K… Thousands of ’em for the country!… Bids Loud for England’s surplus youngs…
Joseph Jones and Peter Dawking Strove in an election fight; And you’d think, to hear them talk… Each upheld the people’s right. Each declared he stood for Progre…
‘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…
It wasn’t kid stakes. I 'ad no c… To act deceivin’, or to treat 'er… I’m old enough to know them games… Not with Doreen. Besides, deceit ain’t in me bag uv…
I’d like to be a sailor - a sailor… Calling out, ‘Ship ahoy!’ in manl… I’d learn to box the compass, and… I’d sniff and snifff the briny bre… Perhaps I’d chew tobacco, or an o…