#Australians #XIXCentury #XXCentury
As I went down a forest place At the closing of the year To find me peace, and gather grace In this green gladness here. I saw a scene I knew of old,
‘I got no time fer wasters, lad,’… ’Give me a man wiv grit,' sez Unc… ‘E bores ’is cute ole eyes right i… While I stares 'ard an’ gives it… Then orl at once ’e grips me ‘and…
This is the listening week of the… Listening-in. A-cock and alert is the national e… Listening-in. All over the land in the country t…
Aw, chuck the mail bags over there… It’s great to have 'em brought by… But, now they’re here, just sling… Out anywhere, upon the ground. I’ll pick 'em up an’ make full spe…
As I rode in to Burrumbeet, I met a man with funny feet; And, when I paused to ask him why His feet were strange, he rolled h… And said the rain would spoil the…
Dolefully and drearily Come I with the spring; Wearily and cerily My threnody I sing. Hear my drear, discordant note
Dreaming to-day in a forest green Where the great gums rake the sky, My thoughts turn back to another s… And to old days, long gone by; To a land of youth, and a youth’s…
I’m only just a common racing dog, Simple in habit, and my diet’s pla… I have never had a longing for the… That some men seem to need, more v… And I have heard it said of such…
‘Some I got with amber stems an’… Bent ones an’ straight ones an’ al… A lot of pipes, sez you, for one o… But, folks, as soon as Christmas… ‘We’ll give old Pete a pipe,' the…
Mister Chairman;– er– ah - when We right-thinking business men Are treated with much scant– um– e… I say the time has come For us to– er– ah– um –
Now, 'ere’s my tip Fer the Fusion ship, An’ I tells it straight an’ squar… I’m a rare old tar As nigh an’ far
I am fit and I am well (so said O… I take life as it come from day to… I have never been a scorner Of the ‘trouble round the corner,’ For it may be lurking half a life…
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,…
The heathen’s not efficient; He sits down in the sun And doesn’t care a tuppn’y dump When the day’s work’s begun. He works to eat and eats to live,
Don’t yeh hear them callin, to yeh… Where the skyline’s smeared an’ gr… There’s a crowd o’ chaps that knew… Don’t yeh hear them callin’ to yeh Mates o’ yours with 'oom yeh used…