Aw, I’m sick o’ the whole darn hu… An’ I’m sick o’ this mundane ball… I’m sick o’ the sight o’ me brothe… An’ his works an’ talk an’ all; I’m sick o’ the silly sounds I he…

‘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…

Friends! Have you, too, noticed that calm w… Upon affairs today? Search as we may, The papers have few things indeed…

Sisters! I’ve thought o’er this until my br… Are you, indeed, such valiant resi… Of all the charm, the grace, the n… Of that strange creature who’s con…

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…

There’s a moral in this: tho’ I o… Of moral and maxim in season and o… Grows stale; yet these days of dep… Demand any means to put worry to r… So in that menagerie now populated

O, Cohen, hear our song of sentim… Withdraw thy sordid thoughts from… And, for, the sake of Empire, gen… Lend us a million quid. If England’s great Financial Hou…

A spieler came to Yarra Glen upon… He wore a suit of noisy cheeks and… He was a wicked man, they say, Such as they grow down Melbourne… A spieler gay,

‘The backbone of the country and t… That was how they styled us when t… But what’s his valuation now, when… Chorus: Two bob a dozen, an’ the garments…

Mister Chairman;– er– ah - when We right-thinking business men Are treated with much scant– um– e… I say the time has come For us to– er– ah– um –

The orchardist, with hope aglow, Sets out a crop of fruit to grow And sell it wisely where he can, Like any other business man; And he strives to make a contract…

Walk up! Walk up to the Bureaucr… All the tasters and the testers an… All the freaks and other fancies o… A unique conglomeration not believ… Walk up! Walk up to the stranges…

Behold, I built a fowlhouse in my… Two months agone the great work wa… And ev’ry eventide I labored hard… What time my daily office grind wa… ’Tis to my industry a monument,

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…

Where Feathertop frowns thro’ the… Where Buffalo broods on high, Dwells she, a lass of royal blood, And a sparkle lights her eye The clear, clean glint of the sun…