A civic lady, peerly proud Of excellences that here crowd About her trim, well-ordered stree… The visitor she warmly greets E’er with a bland and kindly smile…

We roam about the countryside And view the farmlands rolling wid… A picture surely this of peace, of… We mark within these sylvan scenes The whirr and clatter of machines

Now, Plugger Palook was a man in… (Said Horace the Howler) not one… But his barrackers vowed that he w… Full scope for his talents account… For Plugger Palook was a football…

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,

On one fine but fatal morning in t… Lo, a brawny Bloke set out to dig… First of men to put a puncture in… Was this early, neolithic, human m… Gladsomely the toiler hefted his u…

‘When I’m sittin’ in me dug-out,… An’ a yowlin’, 'owlin’ chorus come… Just a bit o’ 'Bonnie Mary’ Or 'Long Way to Tipperary’ Then I know I’m in Australia too…

Grey thrush was in the wattle tree… He says in his allurin’ way; an’… That does me nicely for a start; b… But then the Jacks take up the so… The thrush was in the wattle tree,…

‘Er name’s Doreen’€¦Well spare me… You could er knocked me down wiv '… Yes, me, that kids meself I know… An’ 'as a name for smoogin’ in our… I just lines up an’ tips the saucy…

Day after day, week after burning… A ruthless sun has sucked the fore… Morn after anxious morn men’s glan… The hills, hard-etched against a h… Gay blossoms droop and die.

Mr Trim, commercial traveller, is… ‘Our Mr Trim,’ you know, debonair… Landed here this morning on the te… Can’t you hear him laughing there,… A bland man, a breezy man, a man t…

I’d like to be a barber, and learn… Calling out, ‘Next please! and po… All day I’d hear my scissors goin… I’d lather people’s faces, and the… While I shaved most carefully alo…

At Slumberton-on-Slow, When the rustics gather round To quaff their ale, they hear a ta… That wakens doubt profound A wild, wild tale that comes by ma…

So nice it is of you to call . . . Yes; Monday week we done it; Right 'igh-clarse weddin’ - church… Cost Bill a bit to run it. An’ wotjer think ‘e ups and sez

Child of a myriad varied voices ca… O’er countless leagues of space in… Tho’ captious critics view your wa… And fain would quiet your all too… Raw youth must have its fling; and…

‘Give us gardens!’ said the artist… ‘Blatant brick and soulless stone, Never built a noble city. Man lives not by bread alone, Beauty brings, for our enrichment,