#Australians
Little Miss Muffet Sat at a buffet Willing the time away. When there came a big cider And sat down beside her . . .
An’-wilt-yeh-take-this-woman-fer-t… Yer-wedded-wife? -... O, strike m… Take ‘er? Doreen? ’E stan’s the… As if 'e thort per’aps I’d rather… Take ‘er? ’E seemed to think 'er…
Oh, he was old and he was spare; His bushy whiskers and his hair Were all fussed up and very grey He said he’d come a long, long way And had a long, long way to go.
What’s the use? Give it best; Cut her loose; Have a rest. Hope is dead;
Ole Mother Moon ‘oo yanks ’er bea… Acrost the sky when we’ve grown si… She’s like some fat ole Jane 'oo… On all concerned, an’ smooth our f… An’, like a woman, tries to 'ide a…
I suspect the Kookaburra, For his methods are not thorough In his highly-praised campaign aga… And the small birds, one and all, Curse him for a cannibal
Grey thrush was in the wattle tree… He says in his allurin’ way; an’… That does me nicely for a start; b… But then the Jacks take up the so… The thrush was in the wattle tree,…
I’ve never met a man who hated dog… One meets with all sorts as throug… The mean ones, and the vain ones,… The foolish fellows who splash up… The brisk ‘live wires,’ the dull,…
‘I wish’t yeh menat it, Bill.' O… Went out to 'er that evnin’ on the… I knew she weren’t no ordinary tar… My little peach! To ‘ear ’er voice! Its gentle so…
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…
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
Old farmer Jack gazed on his whea… And feared the frost would nip it. Said he, "it’s nearly seven feet - I must begin to strip 'it. He stripped it with a stripper and
There’s a big, brown man in the hi… Whom the nation had forgot; He’s a stolid man and a patient ma… And he does not talk a lot: And the seasons frown or the seaso…
The orchardist, with hope aglow, Sets out a crop of fruit to grow And sell it wisely where he can, Like any other business man; And he strives to make a contract…
The Lion and the Unicorn Of England’s Coat-of-Arms Seldom make bold, so we are told, To ravage English farms. In fact, ’tis said by travellers