O, fellow Australians, listen, at… We must cease our contemptuous swe… And cursing and sneering at Bull’… For our attitude’s too overbearing… It is perfectly right we should ke…

Once on a time a general whose nam… To the present generation as a nam… Once on a time this general - I t… This happened years and years ago,… This general once stood before his…

The dawnin’ of prosperity Recalls (said old George Jones) When I was young, a song we sung, In none too sober tones, When easy, breezy days were here,

Some of us may be tall, ma’am; Some of us may be dark; Some handsome; tho’ not all, ma’am… Are touched by Beatury’s spark. But tall, and dark AND handsome,…

‘A woman’s work is never done,’ Said she. ‘From dawn to setting of the sun,’ Said she. ‘I toil and moil and work and slav…

Can it be I - this Hindenburg, de… To demagogues, catch phrases, luck… And all this mummery about me stir… Can it be I, lord of high feats o… Smiling complancence on a rabble’s…

Underneath a tree I lie, Watching with lack lustre eye, All those little trivial things Weakness after sickness brings; Watching birds flit to and fro;

I’ve knowed ole Flood this last f… I knoo ‘im when ’is Syd went to t… A proud ole man 'e was. But I’ve… An’ seen ‘is look when people spok… As sour a look as most coves want…

O, the trees grow straight and the… And the trees grow all around; And the long limbs sprout the trun… Where the Davlo owl is found. And the Davlo bird is most absurd

Candidly, I do not hug a Wish to go to Mugga Mugga; To the Mugga Mugga Mountain by Y… Where they’re planning - more’s th… To erect Australia’s city,

1. ANTE-ELECTIONS Now, a cove the name of Blabb, a… He’s a haughty sort o’ high pan-ja… An’ he holds a very dignified posi… As the member for the districk whe…

THE FAMINE Cackle and lay, cackle and lay! How many eggs did you get to-day? None in the manger, and none in th… None in the box where the chickens…

Johnny Nock, the auctioneer, gold… Spread about him great good cheer… Familiar sight on district roads -… As men, perched high on harvest la… For not a man had ill to speak of…

‘Er pore dear Par.’ she sez, 'e k… An’ then she weeps an’ stares ‘ard… ’Twas thro’ ‘is death,’ she sez, ‘… To this,’ she sez . . . An’ then… ‘Er par,’ she sez, ‘me poor late ’…

Now, my gift of crude invective is… And I’ve quite a flair for fierce… But I have to sit and watch the p… Just because my countrymen seek mo… But, ah, what verbal lightnings ro…