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,

I’ve never had much truck with kin… (Said old George Jones). For al… My lot’s been cast 'mid common thn… My path has run by humble ways. Tho’ I have live my life in what

They fights their fights and they… As they did before the white man c… Far in the unexplored Outback, Where still Australia’s mostly bl… They little know of white men’s la…

In olden days the Old White Hors… Stood brave against the sky; And ne’er a teamster shaped his co… To pass the good inn by. Far shone its lights o’ winter nig…

Peace, perfect peace. . . . Come,… The danger zone is past; the gaunt… The bark of Scylla ceases on her… And grim Charybdis threatens us n… Respite, Nepenthe, leaning-posts…

Upon a snowy bed I lie, Too placid to complain, And watch the mad world rushing by Beyond my window-pane, The traffic threading in and out

Lord, Who, from Thy high position… See’th the humble politician, Knoweth all his secret schemes, Readeth all his inmost dreams, Hearken, Lord, unto our pleading;

Sisters! I’ve thought o’er this until my br… Are you, indeed, such valiant resi… Of all the charm, the grace, the n… Of that strange creature who’s con…

When first I found this forest pl… More years ago than I can tell, I met a man of alien race And came to know and like him well… A humble hawker, spare and tall,

I can conceive no heav’nly bliss More perfectly complete than this: To sit and smoke and idly chew Reflection’s cud, with nought to d… This is, in my pet social plan,

Yes, it’s tryin’, Mrs Gudgits.… To ‘ave a ’usban’ on yer 'an’s not… An’ so I can’t go out with you, m… For me Jack is in there, gaspin’… With ‘is ’Ack! ‘Ack! ’Ack!' Lor…

Wavin’ corn upon the hillside, Twinklin’ daisies on the rise, Mystic bushes across the ranges, Wattle in its spring-time guise, Stately gums that mark the twinin’…

Thunder? Why, no. Some static,… A far, faint rumble and a glimmeri… This, and no more, John, have we… We watchers in the dark politic ni… Now we are waiting, John. With e…

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…

Trouble brews along the border for… That blokes an’ coves an’ coots mu… Out about the long dry stages Where the willie-willie rages Strange sounds are issuing from le…