For, even in the most altruistic mood, there are some I bar.) Workers, shirkers, writers, skiters, philosophers and others, Of the class that habitually looketh even beyond its nose. To...

Now Mr. Jeremiah Bane He owned a warehouse in The Lane, An edifice of goodly size, Where, with keen private enterpris… He sold imported napery

It is truly as lucid as lucid can… It is plain as the nose on your fa… Though the tactics may be a disgra… The tactician is not a disgrace. He may wobble and swerve and crayf…

The miser sits beside his hoard, The lover tarries by his bride, And he who neither may afford Is free to roam the whole world wi… Ye prate of cares, of plans amiss;

Ow! Wow! Wow! (Funeral note sustained by flutes,… short-legged, large-headed dog in… Ow! Wow! We are the people who make the row…

Smith is a very stupid man; He lives next door to me; He has no settled scheme or plan Of domesticity. He does not own a gramophone,

When I go back from Billy’s place… The mazy road, the crazy road that… Ma always says, “Why don’t you co… The footbridge track will bring yo… I cannot go that way, you know, be…

Dargo is a dark-haired lass Prone to independent ways; Few men know her, fewer pass, Where her pleasant river plays But the smile in her blue eye

A fool and a bag in a belt of scru… Cloudless skies and the still hot… And the countryside’s in a mad hub… Terror is here and the world’s abl… Five thousand sheep went West tod…

‘I’ve seen so much uv dirt an’ gri… I’m mad to 'ave things clean. I’ve seen so much uv death,' ‘e sa… ’So many cobbers lyin’ dead You won’t know wot I mean;

The dignity of Camperdown Is not to be denied, Where Leura looks upon the town And that lush countryside And comfortable, stout and sleek,

Whene’er I read some savage tale Of punishment devised By tyrants in an olden day, When serfs were victimised, I reverently tell myself:

Back to the kicthen, mein Gretche… Back to the scullery, frau! You have dreamed your brief hour o… But it’s dishes and drudgery now. Your head bent in humble submissio…

Hist! . . . . . . Hark! The night is very dark, And we’ve to go a mile or so Across the Possum Park. Step . . . . . . light,

For them we have builded a temple To stand as a visible sign. For them we have builded a temple, And set in its great heart a shrin… Ere the dull years shall tarnish t…