Now Sym was a Glug; and ’tis ment… That the tale reads perfectly plai… In his veins ran blood of that stu… Of docile folk, who inhabit the pl… Called Gosh, sad Gosh, where the…

Fierce on the wheat-sown Mallee p… The ruthless summer suns burned do… And dust-storms, heralding the rai… Swept thro’ the street and on agai… While tradesfolk cursed in the old…

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

The Sailor I’d like to be a sailor– a sailor… Calling out, “Ship ahoy!” in manl… I’d learn to box the compass, and… I’d sniff and sniff the briny bree…

I often pause to contemplate The sadly barren mental state Of persons whom it is my fate To meet on Monday morning. They should be, after Sunday’s re…

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,

Now comes to an end all our doloro… Clouds pass away and depression is… Because we were wise in our planni… The lesser of ills that the greate… Hope springs again in the heart of…

Aye, call it murder is ye will! ’Tis not the crime I fear. If his cold curse would but lie st… And silent in its bier, Then would I be indeed content,

At any other time of year It might have passed, but Spring… He says somethin’ - I dunno Somethin’ nasty. I says, ‘Ho!’ ‘Ho, yourself!’ he says, an’ glare…

Oh, foolish flapper, keen to be Considered cute and up-to-date, Sit down a while and hark to me, And I shall truly read your fate Not in a tea-cup, sweetling mine;

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…

Within the wooded avenue I stood, And I was proud. I looked upon the scene and found… For here, I vowed, Reigned Beauty rare. Sweet prais…

What are the wild waves saying now… In a manner most dismaying are the… And I twist and twirl and twiddle… Come sounds of a sobbing fiddle an… Or the Abyssinian crisis with the…

My Aunt Evangeline has come To visit Melbourne town, Garbed for its Glad Centenary In frill and festal gown. And Aunties says in mincing tones

‘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;