I got the oil: too right. A cove… Yes; ole Bill Shane. You’ve ‘ea… Big racin’ 'ead. There’s no need… The things he don’t know about a '… Good ole Bill Shane. They say h…

Six o’clock. From the railway ya… The engine toots; careering hard, A milk-cart rattles by and stops; A magpie calls from the gum-tree t… The pub 'boots’, sweeping out the…

‘He’s blind,' we say. Then turn… Upon our way, again to view Familiar things - some prospect wi… Some olden scene for ever new. Heedless we pass along, and soon

It chanced one day, in the middle… There came to the great King Splo… A policeman, who said, while scrat… There isn’t a stone in Gosh To throw at a dog; for the crafty…

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…

Little Tommy Tadpole began to wee… For little Tommy Tadpole had lost… And his mother didn’t know him as… For he wasn’t Tommy Tadpole, but…

‘If I’d 'a’ played me Jack on tha… Sez Peter Begg, ‘I might ’a’ mad… ‘Ow could yeh?’ barks ole Poole.… I ’ad me Queen be’ind?' Sez Begg… I slung away me King to take that…

‘I wash me ’ands uv ‘im,’ I tells… ’You women can do wot yeh dash wel… I leave this ‘arf a man to ’is own… I’ve done me bit, an’ now I’m gon… Do wot yeh please; but don’t arsk…

‘Why stone the crows!’ ‘e sez. ’… But alwiz, some’ow, women ‘ave app… Set fer to ’old me orf a 'arf a mi… I dunno wot’s agin me: p’raps me b… But, some’ow, when I speak 'em so…

I knew a policeman once And this is true as it ever could… Who made me feel an awful dunce; ‘Cos I lost my dad, and it fright… He came and took me by the hand

Long faces, hangin’ lips an’ eyes… Meegrims an’ mulligrubs, mournfuln… Faith in the future gone to glory… I’ve seen it all a score o’ times… I seen it all a year ago, if you w…

At Slumberton-on-Slow, When the rustics gather round To quaff their ale, they hear a ta… That wakens doubt profound A wild, wild tale that comes by ma…

Little Miss Muffet Sat at a buffet Willing the time away. When there came a big cider And sat down beside her . . .

He was lyin’ on his bunk, In the hut behind the mill, Ravin’ like a man wild drunk, Never silent, never still, ‘Best go in an’ say Good bye,’

Oh, praise me now if you would ple… My soul with soothing flatteries. Praise with my living clay agrees. ’Tis sweet, I vow. Give me kind words while I can fe…