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We have heard of the mythical land… And of caliphs and sultans galore; Of Haroun al Raschid, of Abdul t… And dark deeds by the Bosphorous… But the picture we knew fades comp…
Lang syne I penned a mickle rhyme That muckle grief brocht to my sou… For critics said ’twas aye a crime Nae Scottish patriot could thole Whit way I ca’ed their honored ba…
Crow I detest the Carrion Crow! (He’s a raven, don’t you know?) He’s a greedy glutton, also, and a… And his sanctimonious caw
My natal day was yesterday; And so I said to Fate, ‘What gifts bring you, by one, by… To ease my parlous state?’ ‘I proffer blindly,’ Fate replied…
The bad boy of Europe, He stands in dire disgrace, Crying too loud his innocence While guilt grins from his face. The gangster and the racketeer
Why did you play your spade in the… I can’t think why you don’t take c… You fuss and fiddle with every car… As tho’ you found the game too har… You hung on to your trumps until
Your place is by my side, my dear, A-holding of my hand When I am feeling rather queer And hard to understand; Not 'mid that fierce forensic crew
He sat upon a fallen log And heaved a long, deep sigh. His gnarled hand fondling his old… As his gaze went to the sky. “There goes another pane,” said he
Boss Oberseer, Dat BULLUMTIN… Bloke tell me writum BULLUMTI… ’You Billy, makum writin’-yabber,… ‘Him quick bin pay fer writin’ - p… S’pose mine write it pretty good,…
We have heard it. Oft we heard i… In whatever fields we practise, ar… Ever praise for the performance, s… From who would extol the action ye… Thus, in painting, think how often…
A man without a party, he Knows nought of obligation To any friend; but, fancy free. He represents the nation. In lonely majesty he sits
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 got dreamin’ that a message come… From one ole pal of mine, gone We… A bloke the name of Ginger Mick,… (But 'e’s Digger Corporal Mick E… ‘E got ’is on Gallipoli, an’ slee…
‘Heirlums,’ ‘e sez. ’I’ve ‘ad th… Me father married in ’em, that ‘e… See this ’ere fancy vest? See this 'ere lid? Me gran’dad brought that frum 'is…
Let him who is minded to meet with… Pluck three hardy hairs from a rab… Blow one to the South, and one to… Then burn another and swallow the… And who shall explain ’tis the tal…