Now Mr. Jeremiah Bane He owned a warehouse in The Lane, An edifice of goodly size, Where, with keen private enterpris… He sold imported napery

Now comes the time when we douse f… With various kinds of sprays The sand flies, and the house flie… And the flies with furtive ways. But I keep my hate for the large…

A vase upon the mantelpiece, A ship upon the sea, A goat upon a mountain-top Are much the same to me; But when you mention melon jam,

There was once a Simple People -… This is just a little fable of a n… There was once a Simple People, a… And his name - well, SMITH the… And they lived upon an island by a…

Mr. Pericles, M.P., In four-sixty-nine B.C., Outed Cimon at a general election… Premier Cimon, thuswise ex-ed, Was quite naturally vexed,

Old Pete Paraday, his mind works… But, when it fastens on a thoughts… He measures it and mumbles it unti… Just as he mumbles bits and scraps… ‘I likes to think a bit,’ says he.…

When I rode with young Sid Kidma… In that year the Long Drought end… As we took the old Tarcowie track… His keen eye scanned the country,… Mal Murray and Jim Spicer, of Ja…

Some saw in him a Scottish wreck;… A few proclaimed his genius, but a… That Doctor Andy Deveraux had le… ‘A mighty clever cove,’ they said,… For down at Paddy Clancy’s bar yo…

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…

Fellers of Australier, Blokes an’ coves an’ coots, Shift yer— carcases, Move yer— boots. Gird yer— loins up,

The success of the Scout movement… Great and important people, these Important far beyond our ken Who mark with adult sophistries Their serious air of sober men,

Luke Gale, the larrikin lad, dwel… A low street, a by-street, right a… King of the boys and hobbledehoys… Winning from all respectable folk… But, oh, to see him on Saturday n…

Look at 'em! Toffs with their bi… Drivin’ along in their motor cars. Nothin’ at all like the olden days When the blokes came by in their b… When a cut o’ the joint and a hunk…

There’s a soft and peaceful feelin… Comes across the farming hand As the shadows go a-stealing Slow along the new-turned land. The lazy curling smoke above the t…

As I walked out one brave spring… When earth was young and new, I met a laughing mountain maid As fresh as mountain dew. Oh, blow you breezes; shine, you s…