I t’inkin’ da war now go for stop Between Black Sammo, da slush, An’ Nicko, da boss of da fry-fish… All sound of da conflic’ hush Since da corner-a cop he putta da…

In every little country place, all… From ageing cradles of the race to… From the towns about the cities to… There dwells a man of all trades;… He’s dwelt there since the Lord k…

The Censor sits behind his desk, And smiles a censored smile; His great, blue pencil hovers o’er Some masterpiece awhile, Then swoops - oh, child of whose p…

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,

‘Taint my idea uv argument to call… An’ I ain’t lookin’ round for bri… But when ’e gets disputin’ 'e’s in… It ain’t so much ‘is choice uv wor… ‘E’s sich a coot for takin’ sides,…

Where have the old accorjins gone? I was askin’ the coves at the Sho… Matt from the Mallee an’ Dandenon… An’ a score of the fellers I know Ole fellers, like me - an’ they’re…

Men knew and loved my calling in o… Days ere a bitter wisdom taught me… Trusting and unafraid, I went my… By many a crude hut of the pioneer… Calling by paths where lonely axem…

There on the quay sobbed Bones, A… And he took me by the hand. Says he to me, 'I’ve quit the sea An’ I’m huntin’ a berth on land. ‘Er doom ‘as come; an’ the days o’…

‘I should go mad,’ he said, 'in su… The lack of company, the lonelines… Nothing but trees to stare you in… Nothing to do; no life; no pep; no… I’d die of melancholy.' I said ‘Y…

My dear ladies - that is to say, t… Most of you, no doubt, have felt i… Round and about a ballroom, claspe… There comes a period in the lives… Is it not so? Then dance, dear l…

Mrs Dibbs - Polly Dibbs, Standing at a tub, Washing other people’s clothes - Rub-Rub-Rub. Poor, old, skinny arms

When I’m out among the fellows, w… Then there’s heaps of joy in livin… Awful kind an’ awful jolly, with n… An’ I tell myself the bloke that… When I’m out among the fellows; b…

‘Eroes? Orright. You ’ave it ‘ow… Throw up yer little ’at an’ come t… But not too much ‘Three-’Earty-C… There’s other things that 'e’ll be… The boys won’t 'ave them kid-stake…

We didn’t like the bo’sun’s mate (Yo, 'eave ho! an’ a bottle o’ le… Becos ‘is dile filled us wiv ’ate (Yo, 'eave ho! An’ a bottle o’ n… Miss).

A month ago the world grew grey fe… A month ago the light went out fer… To ‘er they broke it gentle as mig… But fer ’is pal ‘twus one uv them… That stops the ’eart-beat; fer to…